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These are gorgeous 😍

Selina, this is Bruce Wayne.

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For @blackberries45

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batman #609

huntress. after all we've been through, she still fights for my life. so much rage. not sure i ever saw it before. she's better than she knows... but wastes too much energy proving it.

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cover art of suit up — detective comics (2016—) #1038.

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Anything You Want

(Bruce Wayne x reader)

Warnings: fluff

Notes: thought of this and then couldn't stand to not write it

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You walk down the stairs of the main hall and can already hear Bruce. He’s typing away on his laptop in the study. You quietly move through the hall and get closer to the door, wanting to be able to see his face before you decide if it's worth bugging him or not. You peek slowly. Yep, he’s got the pout he’s chewing on the side of and the eyebrows furrowed together. This is a doozy and needs to be lifted.

“Hey, love,” you speak softly and step slowly into the study, still watching his face. He doesn’t even look up when he responds.

“Hey, Babe.”

He’s still typing away, exasperated and overwhelmed. It’s 630 and he needs to finish up the day’s work so he can get ready for another charity event tonight you both are having to attend.

“Do you have a moment for a break? You’ve worked hard at the office and now here. Kinda got that look of yours going on” you ask him gently.

He keeps typing for a moment when he finally looks up, seeing your smile and your eyes looking lovingly at him. He stands and walks around the desk to you, reaching for your waist and brings you into him. You wrap your arms around him and put your head on his shoulder. He sighs before he speaks.

“I’m sorry, babe. I’m just swamped and we have to go in a bit. I wish I could stop, but I have to keep trying to work on this business deal.”

You squeeze him and then step back out of the hug, smiling softly up at him.

“No worries, I just wanted to check on you,” you say with a soft smile and a little shrug of your shoulders.

You turn and leave the study, walking down to the kitchen. You feel slightly bummed you couldn't help him more, but are glad he at least was able to get the scowl of worry off his face.

Bruce feels the same, like you wanted his attention and he couldn’t give it to you. He sighs as he sits back down. A few minutes pass and he can’t stop thinking about you instead of the task at hand. He leaves the study and notices you’re in the kitchen as he walks down the hall.

“Oh hello again, fancy meeting you here,” you heard his footsteps entering the kitchen and had turned from looking out the window to face him, smiling again.

“I’m sorry, babe. I just kept thinking about you. I know you were trying to get me to relax for a minute. It’s this damn deal. These people won’t quit with the back and forth. I just…” Bruce shakes his head in overwhelm.

You put your hand up to his cheek and turn when you start to hear the rain out of the kitchen window. You feel Bruce's arm go around your waist again and his head rests on your shoulder. You put your hand on his arms against your stomach.

“I have a few minutes. I’ll make it up to you,” Bruce says quietly and then kisses your neck before resting his head on your shoulder again, looking out at the rain as well.

“Make it up to me? I’m fine, love”

“No, I insist. Anything you want” Bruce gives you a little squeeze with his arms as he says it.

“Anything?” Your eyes look out at the rain and you get an idea immediately.

You feel Bruce nod on your shoulder. You hesitate for half a second before you grab his hand and pull him along with you, just like when you were younger. You pull him through the back kitchen door and out into the rain. Letting go of his hand, you stand there, face up to the pouring sky, smiling. Loving the way rain seems to wash everything away.

It takes Bruce a moment as he watches you, picturing all of the times over the years before you were together, that you used to make him do this. You’d pull him out into the rain and usually he’d get pissed while you laughed. This time is different. This time, you’re his. Bruce looks at your beautiful face tilted to the sky, rain dripping off your lashes. Your outstretched arms, and the drops running down your neck. He walks to you and gently grabs your soaking wet face between his hands and kisses you. You get your arms in between his and wrap them around his neck, pulling him even closer into you. That’s how you stay for several minutes, just kissing in the pouring rain. No cares, no worries. Just the way you had wanted him to feel all of the years and times before.

“Are you two quite finished acting like foolish teenagers?” Alfred has clearly seen you two and is standing in the kitchen back doorway.

You start to laugh against each other's mouths and then lips as you slightly pull away. Bruce still holds your face gently in his hands, looking you in the eyes.

“The old man sounds grumpy. Guess we better go in,” Bruce says with a smirk.

You let out a small giggle as Bruce leads you back inside and you take the towel Alfred is holding without looking at him.

“Thanks, Alfie,” you mumble with a smile, still avoiding his eyes.

You turn your head to the side and face the kitchen window as you start trying to dry your hair with the towel. You hear Aldfred make a noise at Bruce of playful annoyance as he starts to walk out of the kitchen. You know the look that went with the noise, having seen and heard both dozens of times over the years, aimed at Bruce’s antics. It makes you smile again.

“Well that was unexpected.”

You turn your head to look at Bruce and realize he was talking about the rain and not Alfred’s reaction.

“Hey! You did say anything,” you stand back up and grin at Bruce.

“Yeah, I did, you’re right,” Bruce shakes his head and then rolls his eyes.

He leans down and kisses your nose and then uses a corner of his towel to dry your cheeks.

“I love you,” Bruce tells you as he wipes your eyelashes carefully.

“I love you more,” you say quietly as he moves the towel and you open your eyes to look up at him again.

“Not possible, but it's a nice sentiment,” Bruce teases and smirks as he turns to head towards the kitchen door.

You whip Bruce's butt with your towel as you both walk out of the kitchen, soaking wet and giggling like the teenagers Alfred accused you of being.

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Bruce Wayne

Batman (1989)

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literally haven’t been able to stop thinking about this

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Michael Keaton as Bruce Wayne

BATMAN (1989)

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Batman (1989) | dir. Tim Burton

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Michael Keaton & Kim Basinger as Bruce Wayne & Vicki Vale

BATMAN (1989)

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Michael Keaton as Bruce Wayne

BATMAN (1989)

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Taking Care of Him (Keaton Bruce Wayne x Reader)

Title: Taking Care of Him

Summary: Sometimes Bruce needs taken care of (not smut)

Warning: Mentions of nudity? I guess?

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Bruce sat on the closed toilet lid, looking worse for wear after a long night of patrolling. He had some bruises and scrapes on him, but the biggest thing was he just looked so tired. There was no way you were letting him in bed smelling like a Gotham alley, and he was dead on his feet. Being the caring, thoughtful person you were, you started running the water in the large tub in the master bathroom. The water began to fill the black tub, and once it had reached a certain height, you added some moisturizing bubble bath and Epsom salts. Bruce might have been a tough guy in public, but you knew he loved to have a spa-like pampering every so often.

“Bruce,” You whispered softly, getting his blue eyes locking on yours. “I’m gonna help you undress, okay?”

“You just like seeing me naked,” He chuckled a little. You helped him pull off the black tank top he had been wearing, as well as the shorts. You hated to hear him groan as sore muscles protested.

“Ok, let’s get you up and into the tub. The water should be nice and warm, and the salts should have dissolved enough,” You helped him stand and walked him toward the tub.

“Are you gonna join me?” He asked as he climbed into the tub and settled into the water, moaning softly at the feeling of the water.

“I can if you want me to.”

“I always want you,” He gave you that charming smile, the same one that he had used the first time he had talked to you at that gala. You quickly stripped out of your clothes and climbed into the tub with him. You felt him wrap an arm around you and pull you flat against his chest.

“Bruce, I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

“You are,” He buried his face in your hair. “You’re my emotional support bath drawer.”

“What a sweet talker you are,” You laughed and reached to turn the water off. Once that was done, you were pulled back into the waiting arms of one Mr. Wayne. “How do you feel?”

“Much better,” He sighed, relaxing. “You know how to take care of me.”

“Well, one of us has to. Or you’d walk around smelling like a sewer,” You were joking, but he placed a kiss against your bare shoulder.

“Thank you. For everything. I don’t know where I’d be if I didn’t have you,” He pulled you tighter to him. Any tighter, and you two would become one.

“Let’s get that hair washed. I think you’re starting to get sleepy,” You grabbed his shampoo and started to lather his wet hair before rinsing. Then you helped him wash himself off. “Ok, I’m going to give you a towel. You start drying off while I go grab you some clean clothes.”

“Yes ma’am,” He smiled, but you could tell he was exhausted. You climbed out of the tub and dried off before getting him a towel and making sure he didn’t fall on his face as he climbed out. When he was in the suit, he was as graceful as could be. But when he was Bruce, he could trip walking in a straight line on a flat surface. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to fall, you went to the bedroom to get him a pair of sweatpants and a Gotham PD shirt. You brought it back to him, smiling as you watched him dry his curls. They would be a mess in the morning, or afternoon. Whenever he decided to wake up. But you didn’t want to make him stay awake any longer than needed.

“Here we go,” You handed him the clothes, watching from a distance as he dressed himself. Once you were both dressed, you took his hand and led him to the bed.

“I’m so glad I have you,” He pulled you to him for a kiss. “Don’t ever forget how much I love you. Even when I’m being an asshole.”

“I love you too Brucie,” You pulled back the covers, allowing him to crawl into bed. He was out like a light, but still managed to reach out for you and pull you to him, allowing you to go to sleep, safe in his arms for another night.

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I love my Brucie 🥹

Stomach Bug (Keaton!Batman x Reader)

Title: Stomach Bug

Summary: You've got a stomach bug. Bruce wants to help

Warnings: Just fluff

For @blackberries45

“Alfred, have you seen (y/n)?” Bruce asked Alfred. It was the afternoon, and he had expected to see you somewhere around the mansion, but couldn’t seem to locate you. Master detective at work.

“Mrs. Wayne is resting in one of the guest rooms. She has a stomach bug,” Alfred put a ginger ale, some crackers, and soup on a tray.

“Why is she in the guest room?”

“Something about not wanting to get you sick Master Bruce.”

“I literally run around Gotham during the rain and go down shady alleys. A stomach bug isn’t going to detour me,” He took the tray from Alfred and headed down the hall to the guest room. He quietly walked in. You were wrapped up in a fluffy blanket with a box of tissues right by you. You had the TV on, soap operas playing but you weren't really paying attention to them. Bruce sat the tray down on the dresser and walked over to the bed.

He gently placed a hand on your forehead, frowning when he felt how warm you were. Your eyes flickered at his cooler hands, finally opening and looking up at him.

“B-Bruce?” You sounded so hoarse. It made his heart hurt.

“How are you feeling babe?”

“Like absolute shit,” You groaned, not trying to sit up. You just snuggled more into your blankets.

“You didn’t have to leave our bedroom to sleep in here,” Bruce looked around at the room. “In fact, I don’t even remember the last time this room was used.”

“When we had that fight a couple of months ago,” You laughed a little, but it quickly turned into a coughing fit. Bruce climbed into the bed by you and helped you sit up.

“Alfred made you soup. And send crackers and ginger ale,” Bruce grabbed the glass and held it to your lips, letting you take a couple of large drinks. “I know you don’t want to eat, but I think you should at least try. You know how good Alfred’s soups are.”

“I guess I can try. But you don’t have to be here. I don’t want you getting sick.”

“Sweetheart, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now. Gotham will be fine without me for one night.” He got the soup and fed you. You made it about halfway through before you waved off the rest. Once he sat the bowl down, he had you wrapped up in his arms. He didn’t like how warm you felt, but he knew it just needed to work itself out.

“Thank you, Brucie,” You whispered, resting your head on his chest as sleep started to claim you again. Bruce couldn’t help but smile. He always did when you called him Brucie.

“I’d do anything for you,” He murmured, rubbing your back. “I love you so much.” He watched you sleep, knowing that he would do anything to take care of you.

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Oh! We eating up mk content? Behold! Mike beat up, lookin like Bruce Wayne

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