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letaliabane · 3 years ago

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I just saw your post about writing for Rob’s batman….and I’m such a who*re for angst. Like I need all the angst.

No death…but damn near close! I’m giving you complete creative control!! 😭

I can’t lose you

bruce wayne x reader/batman x reader

spoilers for the movie!! (do yourselves a favour and go see it!)

warning: near death for a character, hospitals

genre: supppperrrrrr angstyyyyyy

a/n: Thank you for requesting @badass-dora-milaje ooooh god I had to sit on this one for a while before coming up with an idea and I hope I made it up to your expectation!! Enjoy!

The screeching of tires shocked you awake, sitting up with a jump as the lights of a very familiar motorbike flooded the room.

It had been days since Bruce had returned to the manor, having been a nonstop chase to uncover the Riddler. But you were not having it.

You stood to your feet as he swung his leg over the bike, footsteps heavy as he made his way towards you.

‘Bruce where have you been? I’ve-’

He pushed past you with a painful shove to the shoulder, going to stand in front of his computer, removing the eye contact and beginning to examine the footage as if you weren’t there at all.

All the while you stood there in shock, your mouth agape.

‘Bruce!’

‘What are you doing here Y/N? Can’t you see I’m busy with the case?’

‘Why am I here? Why am I here?!’ You stared incredulously at him, his expression remaining unfazed as he finally glanced at you. ‘Are you fucking kidding me Bruce?!’

‘I wouldn’t ask if I knew the answer already.’

You scoffed.

‘I’m here because I was worried about you! I’m here because I care about you! You haven’t bothered to respond to any of my calls for the past month so I decided to pay you a visit! And you weren’t here! I’ve been sitting on my arse waiting for you for nearly twelve hours and all you can ask is why I’m here-’

He shook his head, grabbing the contact lens again before making his way back towards the bike but you stopped him, running to stand in front of him.

'Don't you dare walk away from me!'

‘Move Y/N.’

‘No I won’t!’ You yelled, straining your neck to look up at him.

‘Who’s been supporting you throughout this case?! Why is Alfred upstairs up hours on end trying to help you undo these stupid cyphers?! It’s because we worry about you! You’ve been running on fumes and you need to just stop and take all this in before you hurt yourself-’

‘Why don’t you go and bother someone else Y/N, you’re getting in my way.’

You froze, staring up at him. You took that moment to look into his blue eyes, the ones that usually held a tender warmth that had made you fall in love with him. Instead they now shone with nothing but a cold rage.

A sad chuckle left you as you took a step back, shaking your head.

‘One of these days Bruce you’re going to wake up and find you have absolutely no one left in the world who cares for you. And by then it’ll be too late to undo your fucking mistakes.’

Without another word, you exited the cave, and you didn’t look back.

It had been almost a week since you walked out on Bruce, avoiding the manor at all costs. It didn’t help that it seemed like the man himself didn’t care about your absence.

Perhaps he truly never cared about you. Was it all just apart of the rest of his facade?

And yet you couldn’t stay away for too long. You made your way through the manor, having been let in by the old maid, your footsteps echoing through the cavernous house.

Just as you passed the dining hall, a voice called out to you.

‘He’s not here ma'am.’

You turned to see Alfred at his desk, going through what looked to be a new pile of mail that had arrived, glancing at you over the top of his spectacles.

‘He’s out on his crusade, hasn’t been back since yesterday.’

‘Of course he is.’ You sighed, glancing around the room. ‘I shouldn’t have come I’m sorry-’

‘You know he cares for you very much.’

‘Certainly doesn’t feel like it.’

Alfred sighed, getting to his feet slowly.

‘Master Bruce has struggled with his emotions for a very long time, certainly in how to express them. And though he doesn’t show it, I know for a fact that it would break him if anything happened to you.’

You bit your lip painfully to stop your tears from falling.

It hurt you a lot more than you’d like to admit with how Bruce’s cold demeanour towards you in recent months had effected you. But even with all the hurt he caused you, no matter how hard you tried to hate him, you couldn’t stop worrying about him.

A firm hand grasping your cheek brought you out of your thoughts, looking up towards Alfred who gave you a small smile.

‘How about I put on some tea for us ma'am? I think you and I are going to be here for a while.’

You chuckled shakily, nodding your head. As he disappeared down the stairs, you wiped away your tears, removing your coat and throwing it over one of the chairs. You might as well start helping where you could.

You got through a few letters, placing them into piles before one particular package caught your attention.

“FOR BRUCE WAYNE’S EYES ONLY“ written in jagged writing.

Carefully you used the letter opener to slip it open, another rectangular package and letter falling into your hand. Your blood ran cold.

‘To the Batman’ it was addressed - the very familiar letter reminding you of the others that Bruce had collected through his investigation. Your eyes fell to the box, gasping at the blinking red light that stared up at you.

You quickly flung the package across the room, but it was too late. Flames and debris erupted throughout the room, tossing you through the air, slamming against a pillar before collapsing to the ground.

Blurred colours shrouded your sight, sounds merging and fading, you urged yourself to move and you couldn’t. A pair of shoes entered your sight before you surrendered yourself to the darkness.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Following the trail the snake left behind.’ Bruce muttered, eyes moving erratically across the screen, cursing when he messed up the riddle yet another time.

He was at his computer, suited up besides the cowl, fingers typing fast, trying to undo the new riddle that the Riddler had left in the rubble of his home.

‘And what about Miss Y/N? Your not going to visit her-’

‘I did. She’ll be taken care of at the hospital.’

‘Will she? Do you think she’ll be safe there as well?’

Bruce glared over at the butler. ‘What is that supposed to be?’

‘She was here to see you Master Wayne, here to make sure, yet again, that you were taking care of yourself before that explosion went off.’

‘All the more reason I need to find the Riddler.’

He turned his attention back to the computer, scanning through the footage he had captured just hours before.

‘I don’t think you understand Master Bruce. She was here because she loves you. With everything you’ve put her through, with how you’ve treated her so harshly these past few months, she was still here waiting for you-’

Bruce slammed his hands against the desk, roaring, ‘I know Alfred! She’s in there because of me! I need to find that fucking bastard so he won’t hurt her again and-’

‘And do what?’

Bruce froze, chest heaving. The pain that had twisted around his heart loosened, realisation setting in.

What would he do to the Riddler? Would he cross that line he had set out for himself? All Bruce felt was pain and hurt, and all he wanted to do was direct at the man who dared to hurt the one he loved-

He flinched when a hand came down on his shoulder gently, glancing towards Alfred who now was at his side.

‘For once drop all of this Bruce, and go to her. She needs you right now.’

Bruce felt like he was going to be sick.

He stood at the foot of your bed, staring down at you.

The machines that surrounded you like a halo, the monotone beep of the heart monitor echoing through the room, the tubes trailing down your arms, the tight bandage wrapped around your head. It was a sight he hoped he would never see.

He wanted to run away, run away and hide in the shadows where he felt the most safe in. But with a deep breath, he willed his legs to move, forcing himself to walk to the side of the bed, pulling up a chair.

Scanning your body, he inspected the wounds and burns that blemished your skin. He shook his head with a deep frown, muttering under his breath. ‘It shouldn’t have been you ...’

Bruce leant closer, letting the back of his knuckles caress your cheek. Your skin was so cold.

He ran his fingers through your hair.

It reminded him of the times he would awaken with you beside him, bathed in golden light that seeped into the room in the early hours of the morn. How you would rest your cheek against his chest, humming when he’d run his fingertips through your hair, opening your eyes to look up at him with a smile.

But not this time. You didn’t open your eyes. You didn’t smile. Instead you remained unmoving, still, and unresponsive to his touch.

‘I thought by pushing you away I was keeping you safe,’ He said softly, continuing to play with your hair. ‘By keeping you away from me and the horrors that follow me home I thought I could protect you. I didn’t-I didn’t want to lose you like I lost my parents ... but all I did was hurt you.’

He took your hand into both of his, holding back a sob that creeped into his throat at the lack of response from you.

‘I need you Y/N ... I need you to come back to me. Please ...‘

And for the first time in many years, Bruce Wayne bowed his head, pressing his forehead to your hand, and prayed.

Noise faded in and out, your eyelids too heavy to open, and when you were able to it was for a few seconds at a time. You felt incredibly weak. You couldn’t lift any of your limbs, sometimes a finger or too, but it was a struggle.

Until one day, you felt fingertips graze your forehead before dragging through your hair gently, the sound of a familiar voice breaking through the haze of confusion.

‘B-Bruce ...’

His head shot up at the unexpected call of his name, gasping when your eyes opened to glance over at him.

‘Your alright, I’m here,’ He whispered, immediately standing over you, breathing heavily as he squeezed your hand. ‘Your in the hospital right now Y/N.’

The memories of the explosion came to mind, how you had thrown that package across the room. You chuckled softly.

‘I-I tried to dodge and roll b-but I was a little too slow,’ You joked, giving him a very weak smile.

He was quiet for a moment just staring at you before a chuckle fell from his lips, becoming that deep laughter you loved so much. Only for tears to suddenly fall, his laughter turning to sobs.

‘I-I’m sorry Y/N-I’m so sorry-’

Bruce leant down, pressing his lips against your forehead, his whole body shaking against yours. Ignoring the pain in your body, your hand reached up, running your hand through his hair in comfort.

‘Ther-There isn’t anything to be sorry for Bruce ...’

He pulled away, eyes wide, trying to steady his breathing. ‘I got you in-into danger Y/N! This was my fault. I should be the one in this bed not you!’

Shaking your head, you gripped his hand.

‘No one should be here. I-I knew the danger of being close to the man that keeps this city safe. I'd do it all over again if it meant I remained at your side.’

He scoffed softly, but smiled, shaking his head. ‘You were right. I was so blinded by vengeance, obsessed with ensuring how it was served, trying to prevent wh-what happened to my parents from happening to anyone else that I-I forgot I still had people who loved me.‘

‘You do Bruce ... Alfred loves you. I-I love you, and we need you. I can’t lose you Bruce-’ You cried.

Your tears trickled down the sides of your face, sighing as his thumb was quick to wipe them away. A small sob left him as he pressed his forehead to yours, shaking uncontrollably.

‘I’m so sorry-I can’t lose you either Y/N-I just can’t ...’

Bruce leant down, his lips meeting yours ever so gently, pressing small kisses against your cheek before his face came to rest in the crook of your neck, carefully cradling you in his arms.

Letting your arms wrap around him weakly, you pressed your lips to his forehead. You cried together, holding each other for the first time in months as the moon rose overhead.

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