#robert pattinson headcannon

[rxtrovillans]

ღDom!Bruce Wayne (Nsfw)

A/n: IM BACKKKK

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Summary: Some dom!bruce Wayne head canons :)

Bruce likes to keep your arms restrained,whether it’s him holding your arms down or have you tied down old fashioned — with some rope. He usually ties you up/holds you down while he eats you out.

When he wants to be a bit more romantic he’ll lace his fingers with yours as you devours your soaked cunt.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. BATMAN LOVES EATING PUSSY.

Bruce loves tightly holding your hips as he plows into from behind, most time he ends up leaving bruises. To which he kisses the next day when they’re more visible.

He loves having you close so that he can whisper filthy things in your ear:

“Look at you taking my cock so well”

“You like it when I fuck you like you’re nothing?”

“Fuck you feel so good”

“Don’t you fucking cum”

“Look at how I fit so fucking good”

“You want more?”

Bruce likes handling you rough, whether it’s him forcing you to look at him in whatever position he puts you in.

He loves spanking you while you ride him, he loves the way your hips buck and how your body jerks when he does it.

He loves any position where he can still see your face, even in doggy or reverse cow girl he’ll still find a way to get to see your face.

Bruce loves making you whimper and beg for him (he teases you about it):

“Awww you need me?”

“How bad do you need me right now?”

“Fuck you’re soaked”

“Can I taste you?”

He DEFINITELY grunts

There’s only been one time where he has made you cry during sex, by extreme overstimulation. And as soon as he saw the tears roll down he came instantly and the hardest he’s ever came.

He loves seeing his cum on you, from him either cumming on your face, of cumming on your stomach/back/or tits.

He loves holding your legs down while he fingers roughly, curling his fingers inside you while playing with your clit. Bruce loves watching your body shudder and break down trying to keep composure while he fucks you, he loves watching your eyes roll to the back of your head and your mouth silently gape open from pleasure.

Thank you for reading!!!

[neptunes-curse]

sorry i’ve been behind on my writing! school gets in the way. i’ll try to put out some stuff soon but my motivation flows from week to week ❤️

[xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx]

Velvet and Veneer headcannons cause I saw an edit of them on tiktok and i have wanted to do this for ages so- 💚

Veneer is actually a few years younger than Velvet, the just pose as twins to be even more unique and because of their similarities (Veneer totally didn’t want them to think he’s a baby-🤭)

so technically, I think Velvet is 19 and Veneer is 16 (which is why he acts a bit childish and follows velvet around a lot)

velvet is a Scorpio making her birthday October 24th, and Veneer is a Taurus so his birthday is April 28th

velvet was really protective of veneer as a kid, but it went down the controlling road

veneer is gay (you can’t change my mind)

veneer can actually sing, which is why he used way less troll than velvet did (I can’t remember the movie but I feel like he used Floyd like 1 time 😭 I remember velvet going wild with it tho)

velvets favourite cake flavour is red velvet (lol)

veneer is a Ariana grande fangirl - he’s on her twitter can accounts, on her subreddits, literally made posts insulting people who said someone is better than her, etc

velvet grew up having a crush on Robert pattinson and Tom Felton lol

velvet LOVES Selena Gomez

veneer was a icarly child - he knows the theme song off by heart

velvet watches keeping up with the kardashians

the both watch love island lol

veneer is a just dance child

their last name is faux 💀 (Velvet Diana Faux, Veneer Louis Faux)

veneer sleeps with 100 plushies on his bed (most of them are childhood ones)

veneer has that fear of letting something go, which is why he has all his childhood toys still (I have this too)

velvet got kicked out of her school because she kept skipping lessons

velvet grew up wearing wedges so she never doesn’t wear heels

velvets nicknames for veneer: ven, bro, baby bro, beautiful idiot, goody two shoes (when they were younger)

veneers nicknames for velvet: vels, sis, hun, love

veneer has a crush on harley Quinn lol

velvet was favourited by their parents as kids

velvet is always on the newest tiktok trends, she does them instantly (most of the time she makes the trends lol)

veneer had a wattpad account as a kid and wrote the cutest but cringiest stories ever

veneer is autistic since he struggles understanding sarcasm, he repeats actions a lot, he finds it hard to say how he feels, etc (I’m not autistic even tho my friends think I am so I am so sorry if I have anything offensive or not true here)

velvet has a purple lambo and veneers lambo is green

veneer was such a goody two shoes as a kid

velvet was not happy when veneer was born cuz she thought she was being replaced and wouldn’t be the favourite anymore - but she loved veneer as soon as she, in her exact words: met him

veneer is dating kid ritz

velvet is single - she thinks she’s too good for anyone lol

veneers Disney plus profile pic is Kermit the frog and velvets is maleficent

velvet as a meme:

veneer as a meme:

veneers fav movie is shrek 2

velvets fav movie is the hunger games catching fire

[valmalfoy]

hi there! can i please request a robert pattinson x reader when the reader is a famous model/actress and rob being the supportive boyfriend he is goes to see her at her show while she’s all glammed up?? reader is also 5”7 with hazel colored eyes, light skin, brunette.., thank you so much!

Pairing: Robert Pattinson x Reader

Warnings: slight smut at the end ;)

A/N: I hope you don’t mind but I decided to flip this into a headcannon. We love a supportive boyfriend don’t we ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for requesting and as always I hope you enjoy it.

Robert has always been a supportive boyfriend to Y/N

especially when it came to her modeling career

because secretly he loved it when she got all glammed up for her runway shows

and there was never a time that he didn’t show up to one of her shows

normally Y/N would invite him backstage before the show started

of course, Rob being the gentleman he was he brought Y/N her favorite flowers

(all the other models being secretly jealous of you two)

he’d always comment on her beautiful hazel eyes or the way her chocolate brown hair laid beautifully in curls

somehow always being able to make Y/N blush

before the show would start he’d lean down and give her a kiss on her forehead, wishing her the best of luck before being escorted back to his (front row) seat.

and of course he’d practically ignore all of the other models outfits and looks until Y/N came down the runway

his eyes lighting up when he see’s her

amazed at how effortlessly she walks in those heels

taking at least a thousand pictures on his phone

standing up to applaud her at the end of the show

he insisted on staying for the after party so the two of them could drive home together

giving her those heart eyes the entire after party

eventually the night would come to an end

and Y/N’s feet were killing her from those stunning heels

Robert carrying her bridal style to his car despite her protests of being able to walk on her own

the two laughing the entire walk back to his car

Y/N falling asleep in the car

and Rob finding it hard to keep his eyes on the road when she looked like that

he opens the car door for her

and when they finally get inside the door and it closes behind them, Rob can’t keep his hands off of her

kissing absolutely every inch of her body, being careful not to mess up her makeup although Y/N would assure him she didn’t mind

let’s just say that they got up to some trouble in the bedroom.. if you know what I mean ;)

[swtki]

Enemy - E. C

Pairing: Edward Cullen x Vampire! Fem! Reader

Summary: Edward meets his seductress once again

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, banter between muses, femdom, Sub! Edward, not in an alternate universe just set in the seventies, Volturi! Reader, oral (m), mention of Edward being killed, swearing of course, Vaginal sex, kinda dubcon but not really? Public alley sex.

A/N: Edward smut is hard you mfs better love this.

If he had a working heart, he was sure it would be pounding so loud the whole city could hear. He sat on his balcony, eyes scanning the crowded Paris streets. To find her, the woman who was to destroy him. Alice had warned him just a week ago, her vision being one of chaos and pain. Behind it all, was a womans face. Not just any face however, it was Y/N. A member of the Volturi, whose heart was set on pulling him limb from limb. Everyone in the house had decided it would be best if Edward were to depart from their permanent home, flee to Paris for a short time. He was akin to being alone, but to be alone while watching over your back 24/7 was not the same. While he hated every second of his existence; He knew that if he were to give up and let her kill him, she would surely only continue to his family. He couldn’t let that happen, so he kept moving in the shadows. She wouldn’t move on until she had his head.

He racked his brain, trying to figure out a long term plan as this could only work for so long. She was strong, killing her wouldn’t be easy nor would it be something he wanted to do. Perhaps he could change her mind, he could talk her down from her dedication.

He sighed, walking into the main room and grabbing his jacket.

He needed to eat.

The elevator ride down was slow, and he tapped his finger against his thigh. How he hated human life, but at the same time desired it more than anything. Tedious elevators, the need to eat every single day, the need to sleep. The doors finally slid open, allowing him to walk down the lobby and out of his building.

The street was unusually crowded at this time, the past five days the streets were deserted as soon as the clock struck nine-pm. He couldn’t run to the closest forrest or country plaine, he needed to leave the area before they could see him take off.

So, he started walking. Voices filled his head - the French didn’t try to hold back compared to Americans. Thats when he realized, it was friday night. There were people flooding the streets. More specifically, humans flooding the streets.

“Shit.” He breathed out, knowing that he’d not only have to cancel his meal, but interrupt someone else's. He started walking to the loud music, cursing himself for being this stupid. Who other than Edward Cullen would want to find his potential murderer?

As people danced to the music, he slid toward the bar. He ordered a beer to maintain face amongst the others around him.

“Merci.” He started to turn back to the dancing bodies, but stopped when he heard the order the bartender was receiving.

“Un whisky et un verre de ce champagne.“ The man said, waiting for his drinks to be prepared. Thats when Edward realized. He had ordered champagne. Both the human man and the bartender had thought it was weird someone would order champagne in a club like this. But she always ordered champagne, always. It was what she would tell her victims to order before she took them outside.

He watched the man take the drinks, hoping he was wrong about the partner. He cursed as he realized he wasn’t. She drank, flirted, and of course lured him outside. Throwing some coins on the bartop, he quickly followed. But, he was too late. Her body was flush against the human mans, she was having a bloody good meal. Edward would be lying if he didn’t debate joining her.

“I see you’re still denying your nature.” She pulled off of him, letting the body drop as she stood still.

“I see you’re still wearing red so you don’t need to worry about stains.” He replied. She smiled and turned to him, looking him from head to toe. “I don’t know why you still despise me after all these years, Y/N.” her smile faded.

“Despise you? No, Edward I quite admire you.” She walked over to him and pressed her hand to his shoulder, “I really do think you’re one of the strongest of our kind. You could be stronger, but you suppress yourself. You drink rats blood, while I drink how our kind is meant to. Shame, really.” She walked behind him and her hand wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t move, her powers overtook him. “Imagine the life you and I could lead if you would just submit”. He shuddered at the last word. He was always a sucker for her when it came to seduction and she knew it.

“What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing much. I just want the natural order to be restored.” She smiled and kissed his neck sofly. “Imagine yourself, in Italy with the most powerful of our kind. You could have me every night - for the rest of eternity.” his eyelashes fluttered as she continued kissing his neck. “Do you want to see how good it would feel to be with me every night?”

“Please.” He whimpered. Thats all she needed to release him from her grasp and push him against the dark brick wall. Their lips connected as if they were puzzle pieces, moving in perfect harmony with each other. She pulled away, slithering down on her knees, she was going to make him realize how much he needed her.

“Shall I?” She asked, running her hand up his thigh softly.

“Yes, God, please.” Edward begged, she loved hearing him beg for her touch.

“You always were weak when it came to sex, wonder if you still moan at the smallest, little,” Her hand groped his growing cock. His stomach fluttered with pleasure, and he couldn’t hold his moan, “Touch. Edward, you can read my mind, you can see what I have planned.” He looked inside her head, seeing the pleasure she could inflict upon his body if he would just wave a white flag.

As she took off his trousers, he debated surrendering or not. Was she worth living a life he wanted nothing more than to shun? Every time they saw each other, the sex was electric almost. She made him feel like a prey being hunted by a predator, and he loved that. As much as he hated to admit it, part of the reason he kept turning down the offer was because he didn’t want to ruin the cat and mouse relationship. He knew she loved the chase, that was why she was so persistent. But did he still feel a hatred towards her? Yes. He had seen her slaughter entire groups because she didn’t get her way. But tonight, he decided, he would wave a white flag and lower it once the sun rose.

He snapped back to reality, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of his briefs, looking up at him through her long lashes. He looked down, beginning to place his hands on her head, but was stopped by her pinning him to the wall. Her gift was useful in many situations.

Tugging down, she smiled when his dick was finally isolated. He was all hers tonight, he was painfully hard for her and only her. Her hand grasped the shaft, pumping a few times before licking a long stripe up. He made a moan of pleasure and she rewarded him with taking his length down her throat. She gagged and felt his hips buck, making her withdrawal.

“Wait-” He began.

“No, you broke the rules. What did I tell you about greed, Edward?”

“That it had no place in our sex life.” She smiled and stood, slapping his cheek a few times.

“Dress. We’ll be going to my hotel room, you may not deserve anything, but I do.” He rushed to pull up his pants and follow her.

She pushed him down on the bed as soon as the door was shut, lifting her dress up, she straddled him.

“Imagine, you agree and this is every night for the rest of our time.” Pulling down his pants she spat on her hand and guided him to her slick cunt. He slid in with ease, making her eyes roll into her skull. He could hear her mind scramble as she slowly rocked her hips. “Feel so fucking good, shame you have to be so fucking stupid.”. He was sure if he had blood he would have just bitten it and bled out. She was so fucking hot, watching her nails dig into his firm stomach. He adored her from this angle, especially when she didn’t even bother to to take her clothes off.

“Can I touch you, please?” She smiled and nodded, letting his hand move so his thumb could skillfully rub her clit, making the coil in her stomach tighten. Her movements got faster, and he heard her mind beg for more. He slightly lifted his hips while continuing his fingers. Her orgasm washed over her, causing her to scream out in pure bliss. She stopped her hips, swinging her leg over his body and straightening her dress. He looked at her in confusion, he still hadn’t cum.

“You can cum when you agree to join me. I had my fun, now leave.” She said coldly. He pulled his pants back up, stumbling back to the apartment he had spent every night and day in. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t consider saying yes to her.

As long as it was her

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[sarcastic-salem]

Borderline Bruce Wayne Headcannon

This is a headcannon. Sort of. Really more of character analysis imo. I’m not trying to diagnose anyone. This is just my opinion, and its based off of my own experiences as someone with borderline personality.

I don’t think there’s ever been a more perfect on-screen adaption of borderline personality than Robert Pattinson’s portrayal of Bruce Wayne. Borderline personal is caused by childhood trauma, and is defined by broad mood swings and attachment issues. Some borderlines (Bruce) develop a black-and-white mindset and decide their feelings for a person or hobby based off of a specific moment in their life.

This is because borderlines tend to feel emotions more extremely and are known to hyperfixate. If a borderline is badly offended they might decide that you’re a bad person which can lead to a very long lasting grudge. If you show a borderline empathy and that you care for them or consider them a friend, they might glue themselves to your hip. So its important to establish emotional boundaries with borderlines, but try to be kind about it and emphasize that its not to hurt them.

We see this behavior portrayed in The Batman regarding Bruce’s strained relationship with Alfred and his immediate attachment to Selina. Alfred admits that he struggled to be a good caretaker to Bruce after his parents’ death, and assumed at some point that Bruce would be taking over Wayne Corporation. Obviously, Bruce had other plans.

Bruce becomes attached to Selina because borderlines often have hyper empathy and his heightened degree of empathy made him feel protective of her after realizing she was in danger. And then he continues to grow more attached her as he realizes that she understands him a bit. Despite Bruce having absolutely zero social skills.

If I had to guess to I’d think he might have some anxiety and maybe ADHD happening as well.

[pctterscars]

headcannons, e. cullen

gif is mine, so if using please give credit!

pairing: n/a

summary: just what i’d think everyone’s favorite self-loathing vampire (the non-toxic version because yk) would be like

warnings: not any that i know of

a/n: i really wanted to add to the edward cullen tag because there’s barely anything there so yeah

i feel like he’d definitely like cats. like, he’s definitely one to enjoy time by himself (but not like all the time, just periodically) and i feel like dogs are too energetic for him. but, with a cat, they would just need his company and they would be satisfied and he’d feel a lot more calm around them.

also, imagine edwardo cuddling with a cat 🦋🦋🦋🦋

moving on, so we know that edward keeps a journal (which i kinda find hot, but anyway) and i definitely think he brings it with him anywhere, and he definitely is one of those guys who writes down everything he observes and once he gets a partner, all his entries are now just about them and everything they do and like and he’d just smile while writing about them.

i feel like he’d love the color black or grey

totally not because he thinks those are the colors his nonexistent soul represents

but, no really, i think he’d like it because it is just so blunt and out there and isn’t viewed as traditionally beautiful but the truth it ignites in him is very special

that just made no sense but i’m too lazy to reword it

anyway, he also makes a weekly trip to the nearest library and makes a day for himself there getting new books and it’s like a tradition for him

it’s also the only time he likes himself

he’d be worried if he ever made his significant other mad because they low key scare him and he feels like they’d be capable of murdering him even though he’s a supernatural being

he finds rain to be peaceful and serene and he likes the petrichor afterward

i know that a lot of people believe that alice is his favorite sibling, but he definitely is more comfortable with emmett despite their raging difference in personalities

his love language is touch and emotional connection

he watches the sunrise and sunset every morning and evening to find solace away from the chaos of his life.

he’d teach his lover how to play the piano and they’d compose songs together that would just be between the two of them.

he rarely gets nervous (and rarely shows it too) but when he does, he fiddles with his fingers and wrings then together but very rapidly so as to not cause any suspicion to the cullens’ image of perfection.

his favorite flowers are lavenders because they remind him of his birth mom, elizabeth (who also loved lavenders).

he talks to himself a lot to make decisions.

[jacklesbrainworms]

being cedric diggory’s significant other during the triwizard tournament

cedric diggory x non hufflepuff!reader headcannon

— you’d be really scared for him (obviously)

— “i’ll support you no matter what you decide but i really wish you weren’t entering”

— you’d cheer like crazy for him

— you’d wear his hufflepuff merch

— like you’d definitely wear his jersey

— also his scarf, probably

— he'd take you to the yule ball (obviously) and you’d be one of the last couples there

— you’d figure out the egg together

— he’d be super protective of you after the black lake challenge

— like he wouldn’t let you out of his sight

— you two would cuddle a lot at this point

— you’d meet his dad (again, obviously) and you’d cheer for cedric together at the maze

— you’d congratulate him on getting second place after finishing the maze alive

note: this is my first ever headcannon (i really hope that’s what this is called)

[anzanity]

Finding the old scripts:

Jason: shit! Guys! Check this out!

Tim: check what out?

Jason: twilight scripts! Bruce played Edward! No wonder he never lut us watch them Dickiebird!

Dick: now we have to watch them!

*Bruce comes how to the entire family watching Twilight and laughing. Alfred even joined in.*

[jasonsthunderthighs]

Was seeing a few posts of Robert Pattinson (Edward Cullen from Twilight or Cedric Diggory from Harry Potter) becoming the new batman in 2021.

So I made a great photo of Robert Pattinson as Batman.

[whimsicalmadness2013]

Headcannon accepted

in batman 2022 bruce wayne's parents were killed in 2001 he would have been like 10? i think. the black parade was released in 2006 when he would have been ambiguously high school aged and obviously very emo and unpopular. what i'm saying here is that i think battinson heard the lyrics "when i was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band he said son when you grow up will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and decided to become batman then and there.

[rxtrovillans]

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

— I do 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺.

Updated 7/4/22

Requests

ღ -𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | ✩-𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭/𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 | ➳ - 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 |  ► - 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬|

➳ Godly figure

Summary: You work with your father, Detective Jim Gordon as a psychologist, where you analyze crime scenes to help solve cases. One day he brings you to a gruesome crime scene and you run into Vengeance himself.

✩ღ  Nsfw Bruce Wayne  (18+)

Summary: NSFW headcanons for Bruce Wayne

✩ღ  Sub!Bruce Wayne (requested, 18+)

Summary: NSFW sub!Bruce Wayne headcanons

► Dark times

Summary: Reader tells Bruce She is having his child, but neither of them are happy about it.

➳ I’d die without you 

Summary: Being in a relationship is hard and takes time, but being the Batman and being in a relationship is 10 times harder. Batman tries to push reader away due to insecurity and worries about readers safety.

✩ღNSFW and SFW battinson (requested, 18+)

Summary: SFW AND NSFW headcanons for Bruce Wayne

✩ღDom!battinson headcanons (18+)

Summary: Headcanons about dom Bruce Wayne

✩ღ Battinson x bubbly reader (coming soon)

Summary: “Requested” head-canons of Battinson with a very bubbly-golden retriever partner yet shy at any type of affection?"

✩ღIn the Night - Battinson x reader (coming soon):

Summary: (Requested)  Smutty headcanons about  Battinson hooking up with you for the first time after months of flirtatious tension and a few make out sessions.

➳ Bruce? - Battinson x reader  (coming soon)

Summary: (Requested) Oneshot about running into your old highschool friend, Bruce Wayne 8 years later at a school reunion. Will old friendships rekindle, or maybe something else manifest?. 

►Soft touches (Coming soon)

Summary: (Requested) Drabble about having a cute makeout session with battinson

[neptunes-curse]

is anyone down to proof-read for me? i think it’ll help my fics a lot and i just need a second opinion sometimes. Dm me if you want!!

[death---dealer]

give us the pining batman headcannons or i'll do it. i swear to god i will.

Words: 2K Rating: T. ( Pretty angsty, mentions of blood and mental illness. ) Pairing: Implied ( Robert Pattinson ) Bruce Wayne x Reader 

~ SPOILERS AHEAD ~ 

Bruce’s fingertips lingering on anything that you’ve written. It’s almost as if he can feel you writing it, tracing the paper delicately as each and every letter got its own attention. Some loop into others, some stand by themselves, if you ended a sentence with an A or an E, you liked to connect a small period to the letter. Seamless, really. To Bruce, there was something very telling about handwriting and Bruce found it to be incredibly intimate. It admittedly told him more about you than he had ever heard you speak before.

He’ll sit at his desk in the depths of the Bat Cave, he’ll hold it between his hands, letting his touch lightly graze where you had folded the paper. He imagined that, how smooth the motion must have been and how slightly envious he was that you had caressed the paper so tenderly. Bruce liked to think that you folded it to keep the insides a secret, something only for his eyes though more often than not, it was just notes regarding the status of the city and its resistance against anything to do with the Renewal program. Usually, that was glum news and Bruce would take it upon his shoulders to try to fight it. Resist a resistance with a fight, it worked wonders for him in the past and it was something he was determined to keep using until it proved ineffective. But, beyond the very obvious scribble of a message to him, accompanied with a newly revised edition of the Renewal project, Bruce’s blue eyes would stare at the way you had written his name at the start of the note. The B looped into the R, the U was alone as it wasn’t connected to any other letter and the C and E made a beautiful couple there at the end.  He swallowed, finally setting the note down, afraid to look at the way you had written your name. He had a hard time even saying it, and reading it in your own handwriting left him with an uncomfortable and intangible feeling in the pit of his stomach. Bruce needed to focus, not on the words pressed into the paper, but on something else. It made no sense to hyper fixate. He tried to tell himself that over and over again as he shuffled the new note to the designated point on the right side of his desk where the rest of your handwritten notes rested.  Neatly, compared to other aspects of his desk.

He’s gotten into the habit of just looking at you in silence. To him, it’s a soothing action, he loves to notice the subtleties in your actions, the way that you hold your shoulders. They’re either really relaxed; you're comfortable in your positions but in more high-stake situations, usually during meetings Bruce has noticed, you’ll tense up and be stiff throughout until the end, occasionally rolling your shoulder blades to keep yourself from being in pain. His fingers would twitch in moments like that involuntarily as his mind wandered to the unknown. To rub your shoulders, to whisper in your ear that you had nothing to worry about and that the meeting was just another drawl in the Renewal project being revamped. It’s okay, he would mouth to himself, it’s okay, the meeting is just to please the other investors, you have no one to impress. No one other than myself, but you’ve already done that… The brunette jolted in his seat at that train of thought and cleared his throat softly while shifting, hands pressing awkwardly against his thighs as if he were patting them down from being too sweaty. But, the contrary. Bruce felt cold that stemmed from deep in his spine as he was unable to control the thoughts. Hot breath against your neck as he spoke reassurances, clear, straight sentences that weren’t coming out too harsh like they often did when he spoke. Maybe even… He’d reach forward and brush back some of your hair so he could see your face more clearly, the blush Bruce dreamed of once or twice encasing your cheeks at the sudden closeness of his body, peering and dominating over you… That was all imagination, of course and Bruce knew that… His lips parted as his eyes drifted to the Wayne family emblem on the table. It was still nice to think about from time to time…

Bruce is oblivious to how it makes you feel when you catch him looking at you. There have been a few times when he’s been caught seemingly red handed, but all that you offered him was a shy smile and nothing more leaving him yearning out for more. An almost scowl would cross his face, eyes averting themselves usually to his lap or to a focal point in the room; maybe a flock of pigeons that have nestled outside the tower. You bit your bottom lip, letting your eyes stay on him for a second too long in his opinion, there was nothing special to look at when one looked at him, Bruce figured. But, if he were wishfully thinking, there was, at least when you looked at him.

It was hard to tell he was looking at you, Bruce liked to keep his head averted downwards, his brown hair framing around his face and his eyes seemingly hollow and always perpetually tired. It always made something inside of your heart hurt ever so slightly when you noticed him looking away. His sometimes languid movements, the rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed and the crossing of his arms all seemed defensive.

Gotham is a dreary, rainy city which Bruce replies to with sunglasses. Even though to normal eyes, it seemed dark, to Bruce it was beyond vivid. He spent so many nights in darkness, so sunglasses slowly became an essential to his nocturnal eyes. So, by default, he’ll look at you with his sunglasses on in public settings. He’s thankful for this, it’s easy to keep attention on you when no one around can see where his eyes are averted. And even if they could, would he care? Bruce thought about that frequently. Being caught up in what would be considered a high-profile relationship, or even press speculation, was a nightmare. He preferred it like this. His eyes were only for you. No one needed to know. It was his own secret that he kept with the utmost pleasure and a sly grin when you’d look over at him, unaware this time that he had already been looking at you from the corner of his eye.

Him, looking in the mirror when he’s injured and seeing you because deep in his mind, he wants nothing more than you to be there to help him… It’s something he saw so often as a child with his parents, and perhaps subconsciously, he too longed for support like that.

There was intense pain spreading from a deep cut on his upper bicep all the way down his arm leaving a strange tingling sensation in his fingertips. Bruce could still feel things with his touch, but it was a vague participation like he was wearing two pairs of gloves. It didn't hurt; perhaps he had become numb to another thing in his life, but that was doubtful. The pain didn't set in until the next night when he was The Batman again, and it was reopened in a fight. And then again the next night and so on until the cut healed into a scar that Bruce tallied into his collection. The only thing that was as brutal as that thought was the vicious color of red that streaked down from the cut. Swirling in both directions of his arm, it was coated with blood though the wound wasn’t bleeding any longer. Or it was, Bruce couldn’t tell as he shoved his body against the counter, smearing blood artistically against the porcelain of the sink, glancing at his options. There wasn’t much to pick from. Some gauze, a few band-aids of various sizes, peroxide, and half a tube of poorly squeezed out antibacterial gel. Blue eyes caught hold of the cut in the reflection of the mirror as nearly blackened, but clean at the moment fingers grazed against the outline, coating it with blood. It was most definitely still bleeding, there was no accumulation around the wound and it wasn’t sticky to the touch. Weighing his options, Bruce sucked a breath in and grasped the gauze, wetting a piece of it before pressing against his cut. If this were day one, he’d have yelped at the feeling. But at this point in a long line of bruises and tattered skin, this was nothing. He put focus on other things. The colors in the room faded, his eyes shutting. Bruce could still see the fluorescent echoing back on his eyelids. He’d think about… He wasn’t sure but his hands went into overtime and autopilot at the same time and began their repetitive movements to get himself cleaned up enough to seem presentable to at least Alfred upstairs. Clean the wound, clean off the blood that had dripped down his arm… Fantasies were worthless, especially in a city like Gotham. You dream high enough and you get your head cut off by the clouds, but right now, in the reclusive nature of his own home, Bruce let his imagination go for one second too long and re-opened his eyes to find himself looking at a reflection of you. Now, he was no fool. He was sure if he gazed away, looked at something else even for a split second, this reflection would disappear as would his longing…. Or would you? Would it? The longing that was shucked into the back of his throat and caused a feeling of acid reflux rising in his esophagus just upon mention of you. Has Bruce finally fallen off the deep end of restless nights and insomnia and he was actually hallucinating instead of imagining? It was indeed a thin line, something that always stuck around the back of his mind. Especially more and more as he got older, realizing with maturity and stories brought down to him that his mother suffered from a similar issue… But this… Bruce clenched his jaw, blue eyes tightening on the reflection staring back at him. It surely looked like you, but no words were being spoken, he couldn’t speak himself as he looked down at the sink, seeing the blood swirl down in a wash of dark reds and light pinks. There was no way you were there, he consciously knew that. You were probably still working, you liked to do that, work late to keep yourself preoccupied. Bruce had to admit that he had followed you home once or twice on nights when the crime was particularly bad, just to be sure you got there in one piece. “Not real,” He muttered to himself, grasping the medical tape between his teeth and snapping off a piece to secure the loosely placed gauze onto his arm. “You can’t be real, why would you be here with me?” ‘Because this is where I want to be.’ Is what Bruce mocked in his head, words he’d never hear from you but something that wasn’t thought twice about when he decided to answer for your reflection. ‘Why are you here alone?’ “This is where I choose to be.” Bruce said out loud, racking a wet hand through his hair and disheveling it even more. “I need to be here.” ‘Just be more careful, for me.’ Bruce scoffed at his own rendition of you, or at least, what he thought you’d say at a time like this. Useless, there was no point in pretending. “I can’t promise that, even for you…” There was one more glance in the mirror. There was no one else in the room with him. He was alone. “Figured…” He muttered, shutting the other side of the medicine cabinet and turning on his heel to leave.

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dkfalnldkas these ended up more like imagines/headcanons so AAAAAAA!!! Here are just a few, I have a lot more ideas written out and if you guys want, I can post them as well! Some are angsty and some are a bit more on the romantic side! This is some pining/angst from our man. Reblogs and likes are appreciated, as always! 

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Headcannons for Robert Pattinson’s Batman.

•When Alfred forces him to take a break from crime fighting, he plays video games on his computer.

•His favorite is cuphead and he’s completed it in 2 days. 

•It would have been one day, but the rumor honey bottoms boss was the only one that was really difficult for him.

•since he’s early an 2000s kid, his favorite bands are my chemical Romance and fall out boy,

•his favorite childhood movie is Sherk.

• Bruce’s favorite cereal is trix’s and he’s always eats them on Saturday while watching classic cartoons on the couch.

• He wraps himself in a snuggie on the couch.

•He has a collection of transformers in his room and when Alfred tries to dust them, he gets really finicky about it and always puts them in the exact position he had them before.

•He almost always shows up to a Wayne Enterprise meeting wearing a T-shirt or hoodie. No one can say anything since he’s the head of the company.

•half the time he shows up late with black coffee.

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Normal Life AU Headcannons - E.C 

What if Edward had lived a full human life?

Warnings: Mentions of war, mentions of The Great Depression, Dad! Edward, Husband! Edward, mention of dead mother, grumpy old man Ed, dementia, pneumonia, grandchildren, death.

A/N: Back on my Ed bullshit.

When Edward lost his mother, he had nothing.

The Chicago streets weren’t exactly his scene at that time.

So he forged a few papers and joined the military and fought in the first world war.

He came back home, still with nothing, but he was at least an American Hero.

The first thing he did was go to a bar, prohibition hadn’t started yet and his military buddies wanted to celebrate coming home.

He met his future wife that night.

She asked if he had a light, which he didn’t smoke but still had a lighter on him.

They laughed and talked for a while.

He insisted he walk her home.

She kissed his cheek at her front door, but not before she made sure her father couldn’t see.

He was going with her before he even had time to process that he was home.

The PTSD probably got to him, but nobody really talked about it then so he was just wilding.

In 1921, he gets married to Helen, making her Helen Mason.

In 1922, they have their first son, named after the doctor who nursed him back to health five years prior. Carlisle Mason.

Edward absolutley adored his son, and it wasn’t much longer until he begged Helen to try for another.

They welcomed their second son, Henry Mason, in 1924

Edward probably teaches them baseball in the street, but not piano because they couldn’t sit still for that long.

Two kids are more than enough for Helen to handle on her own.

Edward goes to work at an automobile factory everyday from 7am to 6pm.

He gets a huge promotion in 1927, sending him to the office.

Because of this, the family can afford a larger house, meaning an extra bedroom.

In 1929 They welcome their first daughter, Elizabeth Mason.

Everything goes to shit in 1930.

Edward loses his job, their savings are gone, and theyre forced to move in with Helens parents.

to make ends meet, Edward started doing handy work for extra money, Helen started cleaning rich peoples homes, and their eldest son does a paper route.

But even when they didn’t know if everyone would eat that night, Edward was always able to teach Elizabeth the piano.

they don’t move out of Helens parents home until 1938. They move into a much smaller home than before, but it’ll do.

Edward gets a steady job as a train technician.

Helen gets a job in 1942 as a secretary.

In 1945, Carlisle and Henry both get drafted into the war.

Only Carlisle comes home.

Helen is never the same, neither is Edward.

in 1947, Carlisle marries Annabelle Carson.

The two of them welcome their first child, and Edwards first grandchild, Henry Mason, in 1948.

Elizabeth marries Tom Lang in 1950.

Carlisle welcomes a second son, Joseph Mason, in 1951.

Elizabeth welcomes her first daughter, Anette Lang, in 1952.

Edward is insistent that they always have huge thanksgivings, and always has Elizabeth play the piano with him.

In 1954 Helen and Edward move to the country.

A quaint house with lots of land.

Edward drives an hour into the city to have lunch with his son every Wednesday. Elizabeth comes to visit with her baby every Sunday for church.

in 1957, Helen gets sick. She stops being able to remember very specific things.

In 1958, Helen is diagnosed with Dementia, and Edward is told she’ll need around the clock care soon.

Edward retires early to spend as much time as he can while Helen is still lucid.

in 1959, Elizabeth has her second daughter, Carrie Lang, and Helen is able to see her fourth grandchild be born.

In 1961, Edward is the 24/7 caregiver for his wife, and he sits with her all day.

1962, Helen gets the flu, which leads to pneumonia, which ends in Helens death.

Edward is a wreck, and Carlisle makes him sell the house and move in with him.

In 1964, he starts telling his grandchildren about his life.

he becomes the annoying old person.

In 1966, Edward teaches his granddaughters baseball.

in 1968, he stops putting fresh flowers everyday on Helens grave.

He starts going through his documents so his children don’t have to.

1969, he watches the moonlanding with his entire family.

1970 is his last Thanksgiving that he insisted on.

Edward Mason dies in his sleep in 1971, at 70 Years old. He leaves two children, and four grandchildren.

Hes placed in between his wife and his mothers graves.

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