#the bat in the magic hat 🎩 🪄✨

[writeshite]

"Well, well, look at you," you laughed, "I can't say I've had the pleasure of being caught before, charmed Batman. I'm a bit disappointed to see you're not a demon; I thought we might hit it off."

The Batman doesn't speak at first, then holds you up against the wall, “The Upper East End. Tuesday night.”

“Hmm, doesn’t ring a bell,” you shrug and he presses his arm harder against your throat, “Now, now, batboy, I need my vocal cords for later, I’ve got a couple men’s names to scream in the bedroom.” He throws you to the ground, you roll a few meters and laugh, “Oh, I love a man who plays rough.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow, grabbing his leg before he can press it on your chest, twisting your body just enough to unbalance him. The Batman stumbles, almost tripping over you as you pull him over yourself. As he’s busy trying to stabilize himself, you get up, shaking your shoulders, “Dimittis,” you mutter and the cuffs fall to the ground, and you blow him a kiss before running off. Batman squints his eyes and pursues, much to your delight.

[writeshite]

Magic!Reader realising he’d really like to be screaming the Batman’s name but despite trying to find out still doesn’t actually KNOW his name

“I wonder what his name is,” you mused, “Brad? Jimmy? Solomon? Kevin? Maybe he’s Italian! He didn’t sound Italian though, more gruff.” You bit your lip remembering the Batman, sketching along your table, “Time to find out.”

You move your hands in a circle, drawing sigils as you spoke, “Ignotum nomen eius, non amplius fiet.” The drawn casting circle erupts in light, magic rising for a moment or two before sparking back in defiance. “Oh? A secretive man, how curious.” You laughed.

Wiping away the remnants of the spell, you ponder, sat wondering how many secrets the Batman had to keep you out. “I should make a house call, get my groceries done while I’m at it.“