#no lie the air raid siren noise started going off while i was out here and i fully thought i was going to die for a half second

[punkrockcockroach]

*off season vacation town blasts ominously in the background*

[darling-i-read-it]

Mexican Food

Bruce Wayne x reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: some fighting

Author’s Note: Finally sat down and wrote something long as fuck oh my gosh but I needed to show my love for baby boy Christian Bale you know

Summary: You and Bruce are both vigilantes but don’t know the other is one

Genre: fluff

(not my gif)

You learned the hard way how Batman got things done in the night. You had known Bruce for so long that you thought you knew everything about him, inside and out and vice versa. Friends since middle school and grown into quite the power duo in business.

But you were both keeping secrets and figuring them out always threatened your friendship.

One you were both madly in love with one another. That could be seen by anyone who even simply glanced at the two of you in conversation at any event. You walked around the room like a married couple greeting guests but that wasn’t the big give away. The eyes usually told people what they needed to know about your feelings.

Two that you were both terrible vigilantes that were tiptoeing around telling the other.

Bruce promised Alfred he was going to tell you and you promised Alfred you were going to tell Bruce.

Alfred who had spent a long point of his life watching the two of you lie to each other about the most important things, was just about fed up but he was willing to give it a while longer just to see who gave in first.

You ran a hand through your hair and slipped on your dark mask. You were nearly as deadly as the Batman these days and often people tried to get to him before they got to you because at least he didn't’ kill people. You didn’t often show as much mercy as him.

Your phone rang on your bedside table and you let out a sigh, turning away from the window and walking over there, your boots hitting the floor was little noise. You picked up the phone and a selfie Bruce had taken on your phone lit up the screen. He was making a rare funny face and you were just cut out of the photo but you could still see your hair in the corner. You slid to answer it and put the phone to your ear.

Only three streets away from where you were Bruce was in the Batmobile calling you to see what you were doing for dinner. He was wearing most of his suit, minus the helmet and driving around the streets of Gotham for something specific.

“Hey, are you up for Mexican for dinner? I’ve been dying for some chips and dip,” he said, taking a sharp left turn. You climbed out your third story window onto the edge of the building, looking down and holding the phone to your ear. People in Gotham very rarely looked up.

“Only if you get Alfred to order it because neither of us ever remember what we want,” you told him before climbing down swiftly and landing on the ground of the sidewalk. You sulked to the alley way and then back up the fire escape on that building to the roof.

“You always get the enchiladas with like no cilantro,” he said absentmindedly. You rolled your eyes.

“And you always get forty tacos and yet we can never seem to order for ourselves. Tell Alfred to order for me because I am busy.”

“What on Earth could you be busy doing?” He made a sharper turn that made his car just pass you. You were on the roof now and caught sight of the Batmobile as you walked across the hard ground.

“Oh you know, girly things, painting my nails and reading a magazine. What are you up to where you can’t order?” He laughed and his car came to a screeching halt outside of a building that was currently being badly robbed by some people who were going around the town every night these days.

“Had to get some business deal done late. I’ll see you at mine in thirty?” You started your descent down the other fire escape of a different building.

“Make it 25 babe.”

You hung up and helped yourself to a back window just as Batman was coming up the front door and knocked over a man with money in his hands. You moved a bystander behind you and stalked forward to grab an unsuspecting robber and banging his head against a teller's desk before taking his gun.

“Little low maintenance for Batman I thought,” you said with a small laugh.

You and Batman had a thing for seeing each other in the worst of times and you had a squabbling relationship. You liked running into him though. Something about him intrigued you.

Batman hated you because your voice was so familiar it made him go nuts. He thought he knew you and then he didn’t and then he thought maybe he did.

“Knew you could be here to annoy me,” he said, his deep voice echoing. You kicked one of the other men down and took the money and tossed it to the Bat. He just caught the bag.

“Ah ever the gentlemen,” you teased. You moved across the room and after a few more minutes of contained fighting and teasing all the men were either dead or tied up on one side of the room. You stood beside the Bat, breathing heavily slightly and then turning to him, sizing him up.

He turned to you and just because you knew those lips and you had never been so close to the Batman before and you just knew it. You turned to face him all the way just as he started turning away to leave the innocents a chance to clean up while he was gone.

“What are you doing later tonight?” you asked, testing out your theory. He looked surprised.

“Tacos,” he said without thinking.

“Bruce?!” His eyes went wide.

“Y/N?” he whispered, screamed. You laughed and tugged once more on the rope that held one of the living men in captivity. The police sirens illuminated the wall and you walked out of the front door this time around and to the Batmobile passenger seat. It took him a minute to get in as well and drive away before the police caught up to the two of you. He took off the helmet and you took off yours, helping your hair down a bit.

“My Bruce. Batman! This is why you couldn’t get my Mexican,” you teased. He rolled his eyes.

“Does Alfred know who you are?”

“Yes. Does Alfred know who you are? Batman?” you asked. He nodded stiffly, the cogs in his head probably reeling.

“I did tell him to order your Mexican by the way.” He took a turn to Wayne Enterprises. You put your feet on the dashboard.

“I can’t believe Batman got someone to order my dinner. Man Brucie,” you teased. He finally cracked a smile.

“And you? You’re the big vigilante too aren’t you, the new one everyones been going on about?” You shrugged.

“If I am?”

“You are!”

You laughed and he went into some part of the building you had never seen. You sat up, surprised that there was anything about his home you hadn’t seen and yet here you were in what seemed to be some cave. You laughed and got out of the car when he parked and he did too, looking odd in the suit without the mask.

You looked across the room and saw various things that you had only seen on the news.

“High maintenance as always. I’ll be coming down here to raid but I need a shower and some food.”

“I have some of your clothes up in my room,” he said and the two of you sleuthed up there to the shower of his room and took one right after he did, the two of you in comfier clothes still unable to get over the things you had found out the night but too hungry to care. You sat on his bed over some take out that Alfred made you get from downstairs.

You ate one of his tacos and your wet hair dripped onto your back as you sat in silence.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that you were my masked bestie as well as my real bestie,” you teased. Bruce looked up at you. It was dark and you could only see him through his bedside lamp and some moonlight coming through the open balcony.

“You seem okay with it,” he pointed out after swallowing a bit of a taco.

“Explains the scars. This one especially,” you muttered, moving your finger to trail down his neck to the hidden piece under his neck. He watched your face as your eyes moved with your finger.

“And yours.”

He cupped your cheek with his hand and you let in a sharp breath as his finger brushed the small scar on your eyebrow. Your eyes linked with his and there was nothing between you but meak air.

“Bruce,” you whispered. He didn’t say anything but instead just moved forward and kissed you softly. It was the most perfect kiss you had ever had and that was saying something. Bruce knew what he was doing.

Not to mention he probably enjoyed the kiss more than you.

You had to pull away after a moment but your eyes remained closed and your hand gripped the neck line of his shirt.

“Can you stay?” he asked. You gave him a look and he rolled his eyes. “Just to hang out.” You laughed and moved the plates off the bed to the floor and then got up to turn off the lights. You jumped onto the bed and he laid down as well, the two of you looking at each other but not touching.

“Tired,” you muttered.

“Come ‘ere.” He pulled you toward him and you landed on his chest. You had never felt more at ease.

“Bruce?”

“Hm?”

“Can I borrow the Batmobile?”

“No.”

“I’ll kiss you again.”

“Maybe once.”

Bruce Wayne: @everyday-imfangirling