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Knowing Me, Knowing You

Bruce Wayne/Batman x Surgeon!Reader

Chapter 5: Tender is the Heart

Series Masterlist

A/N: The main reason I actually wanted to write this fic ins in the next chapter :3 its a reveal ofc- im a slut for a good reveal

You wake up in Bruce's arms, obviusly the date went well...

CW: arguing? worry of cheating (doesn't happen), really none

Wc: 4.3k

The early morning sun darts through the curtains of Bruce’s bedroom and you can hear distant sounds of people moving around downstairs.

What time is it?

Squinting, you feel around on the nightstand for your phone but you suddenly remember that you left it in the study or whatever the fuck the room with all the books was. 

Behind you, Bruce grunts at all of your movement- he’s still asleep, one arm lazily slung over your waist, his face is buried in the back of your neck as his steady breaths calm you. He doesn’t seem too terribly worried about the time. It is Sunday after all, not much planned today. 

Despite your desire to go back to sleep, you just can’t rest your mind and you’re stuck staring at the ceiling of Bruce’s master bedroom.

Did last night actually happen? Was he going to be cold and awkward when he woke up? Was this just a one time thing to prove to himself that he could get you? 

You shift a little under his embrace but wince as you move your hips, pulling back the soft duvet, you see the bruising- round patches of purple blooming over the hip bones- last night definitely happened. 

A reminiscent rush of arousal shoots through you as you study Bruce’s sleeping face. He’s lightly snoring, facing you with one half of his face smooshed into the pillow. His normally styled hair is a tangled mess, jutting every which way. 

His face is relaxed, no harsh lines, no scowl- he looks peaceful. 

You can't help but gently trace his jawline with your fingers, which soon turns into you tracing the scars on his arms and chest.

He stirs, stretching out his back and pulling you closer. You’re face to face with his chest, his comforting aroma floods your senses and you sigh against him. 

He seems pretty out, so you lean in to place a kiss on his chest before stealthily wiggling out of his hold. Cautiously, you place the duvet back over him and he adjusts again, pulling it to his chest in replacement of where your body just was. 

If only you had your phone, you could take a little screenshot of this perfect scene. 

You pad over to the bathroom and wash your face with some of his soap and brush your teeth with the toothbrush he gave you last night. A sweet aroma wafts in underneath the large oak door and you have the urge to investigate.

Silently, you crack the door open and slip out before gently closing it back. No telling how long he’d be out.

There are so many paintings and unique pieces of decor that definitely cost more than you make in a year, scattered through the manor.

It’s insane to see the effects of generational wealth first hand- much different than the way you grew up. 

Soon you find the source of the lovely smell, Alfred is masterfully folding crepes in the large kitchen. As if he can detect your presence, without turning around from the stove he greets you. 

“Good Morning, Miss. I hope you slept sufficiently”. 

Your eyes widen and you quickly respond, “Yes, It was wonderful- T-thanks for letting me stay”. 

Damn, are you stupid? You mentally facepalm yourself- why were you thanking him? It's not like he was Bruce’s dad.

Before you can reiterate your statement, your name is called from the other side of the room, by a much younger voice. 

You turn and see Dick; he’s sitting at the small table in a “Wayne Enterprises” shirt of his own and blue joggers. The expression on his face is somewhere in between confused, stunned, and disbelief. 

Oh God. 

How embarrassing, you’re here standing in (for all intents and purposes) his kitchen, with his Dad’s shirt on (no shorts), and just hooked up with the richest man in all of Gotham (also, not to mention- HIS DAD).

Your face goes bright red and you awkwardly affirm that, yes- it is you. 

The younger man exchanges a glance with Alfred before bursting out into laughter. “Holy shit, no way B actually did it?!”. 

Did what?

You tilt your head to the side as Alfred ignores Dick’s laughter, motioning for you to take a seat at the table. As you do so, your eyes stay trained on the dark haired man. His laughter comes to a halt as he rubs his eyes. 

“He finally asked you out- Jeez, I never thought he’d actually do it” Dick said, as if you should know what he was talking about. 

Oh shit, does that mean he heard? You and Bruce weren’t particularly subtle last night. 

Dick runs his hand through his hair, “Wow, I didn’t expect to see this when I came home”.

“So you didn’t hear anything-” you say before stopping yourself. Great job, could you have been no longer obvious. 

A wide, knowing smile spreads its way onto Dicks face before he responds, “Oh, no- I just got back in from Blüdhaven and my room is on the other side of the manor anyways”. 

You sigh a breath of relief but it;s shortly cut off by Alfred saying, “Unfortunately, mine is not”. 

Your face turns bright red as Alfred places a freshly made strawberry crepe in front of you. You mouth a ‘thank you’ before pinching the bridge of your nose in embarrassment. 

“Good Morning, Master Wayne” Alfred says, as he places one more place down. 

Thank God, maybe Bruce would be able to help you out of this awkward situati-

“Oh Shit!” Dick exclaims, looking between the two of you; Bruce is sporting fresh hickies on his neck. Dick almost falls out of his chair with laughter. 

Without a word, Bruce takes his place at the table, “Good Morning, Alfred”. 

He lowers his voice and serves a side eye towards his son, “Dick”. 

And then he turns to you and his expression changes before he places a steady hand on your thigh under the table. 

“Soooo B, is this why you wanted me to come home from Blüdhaven? So I could meet her in a more ‘casual’ setting?” he snickers. 

“You know why I asked you back…”

“Yeah, yeah- it’s just a coincidence that you’re here” dick says playfully as he turns his focus to you. 

“Enough” Bruce finally says, as he takes a sip of his black coffee. 

Dick raises his hands in playful amusement, “Alright, alright- I’m just surprised is all, but not disappointed". 

Bruce sighs as his son stands up with his plate, “But, I am glad that she said yes” Dick slips in before sending you a wink. 

Once he leaves the room Bruce rests his head in his hand, “I’m sorry about him, he’s just-”. 

You giggle and place a tender hand on his forearm, “He’s just a kid, I know”.

Bruce slowly meets your gaze with a crooked smile, “yeah”. 

Only the two of you are left in the kitchen but neither of you speak up; both focusing on trying to eat your crepes without making a mess.

What did Dick mean by finally? Has Bruce been wanting to go out with you for a while? Well yes, he said the thing about his number and the chocolates but that could have just been a flirty quip. But if his own son was saying it… He must have been talking about you. 

“I really enjoyed last night, Bruce” you say, breaking the slightly uncomfortable silence. 

“I did too,” he says, wiping the corner of his mouth with one of the linen napkins. 

He grips a hand under your chair and pulls it closer to him; your face now only inches from his own. Watching you closely for signs of hesitation, he slowly leans in, his straight nose brushing your cheek before his lips softly land on yours. 

“Didn’t want a lazy Sunday morning, huh?” He whispers against your lips. 

You hum in response and kiss him again, “I never said that, I just got a little curious”. 

Bruce huffed out a laugh before arching his brow, “don’t get too curious, or I might just have to kick you out”.

The line delivery is playful, but you notice a glint of truth in his eye; no need to pry further. 

“You wouldn’t wanna do that though, would you?” you respond, bumping his shoulder. 

“No, I wouldn’t- It’s taken me this long to grab your attention- wouldn’t want to waste it”. 

The rest of the morning is surprisingly domestic; Bruce takes you around the manor, giving you a mini history lesson as he does. Somehow the two of you end up in the gardens, hand in hand. Sweet magnolia, chrysanthemum, and rose wafts towards you. 

Who would have thought that Bruce gardened? 

“Yea, I don’t really keep up with it as much as I should, but It’s a nice little pass time- my mother used to love the gardens” 

There’s a misty look in his eye, a long forgotten memory, longing. 

“Well I’m sure she’d be thrilled to see you’re still taking care of them” you offer, squeezing his hand.  

He smiles. 

“You know, Dick’s right- I had been taking a long time”. 

“What?” 

Bruce exhales slowly, looking forward, “I’ve admired you for quite sometime, I hope that you still don’t think I’m a womanizer”. 

Your fingers brush his cheek as you pull him down so you can press a kiss to his temple, “I’m being led away from that idea”.

“Good” he whispers before lifting you with ease. 

You gasp as he holds your bridal style and begins to walk back to the manor.

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A few more dates and you and Bruce decide to make it official. It really didn’t take long, both of you were pretty assured people. 

It happened when he was at your place one night, tangled in your bed sheets, tracing imaginary shapes on his chest, basking in the after-sex bliss. 

“I want us to be together” Bruce breaks the comfortable silence. 

You sleepily laugh into his side as you softly kiss his chest, “we’re together right now”. 

His calloused hand runs up your exposed side, “No, I mean be together”. 

Your heart stills for a moment, together-together?

You knew the two of you were exclusive but you weren’t sure he’d actually want to take the relationship to the next level. Of course you want to, but you also knew the type of reputation he needed (and wanted) to uphold- so you don’t mind what the two of you have going. 

“As in…” you start; hoping to get him to say what he actually means, rather than make you try to interpret. 

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” he states bluntly (but sweetly). 

Propping yourself up on your elbow, you look at him , lips slightly parted. He only stares at you as you blink away your disbelief, “Are you sure?”.

It’s his turn to sit up and he captures your chin in his hand, tilting your face to look at his, “I’m certain, I want this. I want you”. 

His face is serious and so are his words, but as much as you want to agree right now, you need to hear him say it in the morning… not right after fucking your brains out. 

“I’d love nothing more Bruce, but I need to hear you say it in the morning- I just want to make sure you’re not going to go cold on me” you offer, eyes wide and vulnerable. 

He chuckles and cards his fingers through your soft hair, “Alright Darling, but you do know that my mind won’t have changed overnight”. 

“I know B” you whisper into his chest before drifting off. 

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Sure as he said, he asked you again first thing that morning- of course you said yes (and then rode him like your life depended on it).

Now the two of you had been official for almost half a year; the public knew about the two of you and honestly, the tabloids ate it up. 

‘Charmingly Clumsy Billionaire Falls for the Doctor Who Always Fixes Him Back Up’ 

‘One too Many Ski Accidents Lands Bruce Wayne a Woman’

‘Gotham’s Prince Goes Exclusive with a Civilian: Could it be You Next?’

Bruce is a thoughtful partner; he brings you flowers on his way back from the office (when he goes in), he likes to bring you lunch from your favorite places when you have long shifts, and he loves to take showers with you when you get home from work. 

In the early months you stayed at your apartment, but when crime began to skyrocket in the city, Bruce was insistent that you stay with him. At least at the manor, he’ll know you’re safe when you get off of your shifts. 

Moving in with Bruce wasn’t that difficult to get accustomed to, the two of you had been acquainted for quite some time so things felt oddly natural. You knew he was the head of Wayne Enterprises but you had no idea just how flexible his schedule was; oftentimes he would avoid the office at all costs, instead running around doing God knows what. 

_________________________________ The asphalt is slick with today’s rain, there’s a slight chill in the air as winter approaches. Thankfully, once you get back to the manor, your four-day weekend will finally begin; its been so long since you last had a break from work. You’re looking forward to spending your time off with Bruce, especially since it seems like your schedules haven’t aligned in a while. 

Two weeks ago, the two of you talked about making some plans this weekend and even a few dates. Tonight, he promised you a date at the rooftop lounge that just opened downtown.

Bruce is working late at the office today and told you that he’d meet you at the place after his meetings. 

Hopefully the board doesn’t keep him too long… For living in the same house, it feels like you barely see him anymore.

Of course you know he cares a great deal about Gotham and there has been a stream of steady chaos with the recent breakouts at Arkham, but at the same time, you need him too- you miss him. 

The two of you haven’t shared a bed for a whole night in weeks; sure you get an hour or two with him on the weekends, but he always comes to bed so late and you have to wake up early for work. Sometimes when you wake for work, he hasn’t even come to bed. 

The manor is too big for you to keep tabs on where he is, so you just have to trust he’s not clubbing , cheating, or doing any shady business. Not that you think he would, but after observing his behavior for so long, how can you not worry? 

Recently, you’ve noticed him sporting more bruises and cuts than normal but he insists the group he trains with chose to go to a more intense 24 hr gym- though he still won’t give you the name of it. 

But today was going to be different, you’d finally be able to spend time with him. You keep hoping that just spending time with him will quell your worries and reassure you that everything is fine. 

You arrive at the lounge sporting a new dress Bruce bought you a few weeks back as an ‘I’m sorry for missing dinner’ gift. It was nice that he gave you a gift as acknowledgement for his blunder, but you would have much rather him just make it up to you with another dinner. 

The establishment is quite new but seems to be having no problem with business; almost all of the tables are full except for a roped off corner by the best view of the city. The host asks for your name and you respond but then add that the reservation is probably under your boyfriend’s name. 

“Alright, no problem- What’s his name?”

“Should be under Wayne” you say as if it is no big deal. 

The older man freezes before asking you again- this time when you respond he snickers. 

“Bruce Wayne’s table can only be accessed by Mr. Wayne, himself. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait mam” he says, fixing his sleeves. 

“I’m not sure when he’ll be here, but I’m his girlfriend, so may I not just wait for him there?” you say.

The man now laughs, before pardoning himself. What a dick. 

“Well I can give you proof that we’re together if that would make a diff-”

He holds up a stern hand, “I’m afraid not. You will have to wait.”

Great. 

You angrily take a seat on one of the free patio sofas that outline the rooftop, hopefully Bruce will be here soon to clear this up (and save you from embarrassment). 

But ten minutes pass, then twenty, then an hour… 

Bruce isn’t answering your calls or even reading your texts and you can’t help but feel disrespected. So much for making up all of those nights up to you. Was this relationship even worth it anymore? 

Work is busier and much more stressful since Gotham’s latest criminal mastermind has been causing injury-inducing scenes left and right.

You’ve wanted nothing more than to just have one day with Bruce and forget about your worries, but apparently you can't even get him for a night. 

You’re staring at the skyline with a half drunken Moscow mule in hand as you notice the distant illumination in the clouds, the Bat signal.

You hadn’t spoken to the Bat really since that one night, but you did notice every time you would go to your apartment at night, the familiar figure would follow closely behind to make sure you were safe; a silent guardian. 

Sometimes he would even take his perch atop your building or your fire escape to keep you company, well as much company as he could be when most of his responses come out as one word answers.

He would never stay long, but almost everytime you would see his light in the sky while you were home, he’d stop by.

Insane that Batman was more consistent than Bruce. 

With a sigh, you leave the copper cup on the bar as you decide to leave; with all of the chaos in Gotham, it’s probably not the best idea to be out if the Bat signal is on. Maybe you’ll run into Bruce at home and can give him a piece of your mind. 

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It’s midday and you still have yet to see Bruce, he never showed up last night and he still wasn’t in bed by the time you woke up. At this point, you were less mad and more just worried. 

Sadly, Alfred wasn’t much help and even though Dick was back in town, he said he was staying with a friend. 

You’re trying to relax with some tea in the study when you hear Bruce’s heavy footsteps climbing the stairs to the bedroom. You scramble to place the teacup down and practically sprint up the stairs to check on him. 

Bruce’s broad shoulders seem tense as he rolls out his shoulders; he walks with a slight limp as he enters the bathroom. You’re about to follow in behind him but you hear the door’s lock click and the shower begin. Alright? Odd.

His shower takes longer than normal and you’re left pondering why he felt the need to lock the door- that’s kind of strange, isn’t it? Why would he feel the need to…. Unless- 

No, Bruce wouldn’t cheat. 

Right?

You're pulled from your thoughts once the lock clicks again; The large door pushes open and a cloud of warm steam sweeps out from behind Bruce’s large frame. He yawns and rolls his neck before locking eyes with you. It's so miniscule, but you see a slight bit of surprise from him when he meets your gaze. 

“What are you doing here? Thought you had work” he says as if you were the one with the unpredictable schedule. 

“No, I have a break this week, remember?” you respond quietly. 

His blue eyes drift to the left corner of the room before he shrugs, “Oh yea”.

How can he be acting so nonchalantly?! 

He walks over to the dresser to look for some lounge pants, your eyes don’t leave him. 

“You’re looking at me like you want to say something, so just say it” Bruce mutters in a monotone voice as he runs the fluffy white towel over his midnight locks. 

“B, where were you last night?” you ask quietly, trying to keep your anger at bay. 

“It’s really none of your business” he says, not even bothering to look at you. 

“Oh Really? Because last I checked, you told me we had a date and that you were going to meet me at the lounge” you say sternly. 

“Look Baby, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it but things change” He slings the towel over his left shoulder. 

“Things change? Well I guess they’re always changing because we haven’t had a night together in weeks. I barely see you anymore and we literally sleep in the same bed! How am I supposed to feel, Bruce?” 

He inhales deeply, closing his eyes, “You should know, better than anyone, that life gets busy. I don’t know what you want me to say- I had work to do”.

“Couldn’t you have at least told me that?” 

“It would have made you upset if I canceled again” he states as if it’s no big deal. 

There's no way he’s pulling that bullshit- that’s just insulting to your intelligence. 

“And not showing up would be better? Do you know how long I waited for you? How embarrassing it was to get stood up by Bruce Wayne? A man, who by the way, apparently people don’t believe I could be dating? It’s not only humiliating…it hurts” you say, all of your fragile feelings on display for him to ransack. 

“I am sorry about that, but I have no power over how people view us. I can only apologize for not communicating better.”

He’s being so cold.  

“Bruce, I haven't heard from you since yesterday morning! I had no idea where you were- if you were ok? Do you know what’s happening in Gotham right now?! Its dangerous” you say, feeling more hurt than angry. 

“Don’t you think I know that? That’s why I was gone; Wayne Enterprises needs to help Gotham- I need to help Gotham” Bruce says definitively.

“But Gotham isn’t the only one who needs you” you say, a bit more distressed than you intended. 

“Gotham cannot wait!” his voice rising as his frustration surfaces. 

“But I can?!” you shout back, feelings already fragile. 

“Yes! Yes, you can” he practically shouts. 

…

The room is still with dangerous silence as the tears in your eyes quietly spill over as you nod. Your voice is so small and hoarse as you manage out your words, “O-Ok. Ok Bruce. I wasn’t aware you felt that way”. 

He huffs in frustration before dragging his hand over his face, “Baby, you know I’m just stressed- I didn’t mean it”. 

“That’s not fair- I’m stressed too Bruce but the difference is that I’ve been here for you! You haven’t been here for me, hell, I don’t even know where the fuck you’ve been!” You say, abruptly standing up from the bed. 

You gotta get out of here. 

Bruce says nothing, instead he studies your features. You’re more than just angry, more than just upset, you’re disappointed in him. 

“Baby, what are you doing?” Bruce asks with a sigh when he watches you grab your duffelbag from the closet. 

“I’m going home tonight- or for the week, or -I don’t know. I just can’t be here right now, I can’t be around you” you say, tears flowing freely.

“You don’t mean that.” he responds, an edge of hurt in his voice. 

“I don’t know what I mean, B- But I know I need to be alone.” 

Bruce is silent as his eyes closely follow your form; you toss clothes and toiletries into the bag and try not to focus on your boyfriend’s eyes burning into the back of your head. 

You walk up to the bed and grab the small bunny stuffed animal he got near the beginning of your relationship. He makes his way towards the other side of the bed but stops abruptly, standing still with a grimace on his stoic face. It looks like he’s in pain; one of his large hands braces on his left leg and the other balls into a shaky fist- his tell tale sign of pain.

You almost break and go to him, but then you remember what he just said- maybe it’s petty, but he is a grown man after all, he’s capable of taking care of himself. 

Without another word, you zip past him, heading towards the entrance to the manor. You pass Alfred, who asks where you’re off to in such a rush.

“I’m going home for a while- please just- just tell Bruce to leave me alone” you say before continuing outside.

One good thing about dating a billionaire, his whole property has great Wi-Fi, so the long scenic walk towards the main gates of the estate allows you ample time to call an Uber.

Hopefully some time in your own space would calm you down and maybe you’ll even see the caped crusader swinging by. 

a/n: so Bruce is busy busy being Batman- I don’t necessarily have a singular villain in mind, but just imagine he’s really got his hands tied and dick is in town to help him (btw he’s nightwing at this point cause I said so)

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Knowing Me, Knowing You

Bruce Wayne/Batman x Surgeon!Reader

Chapter 4: A Night to Remember

Series Masterlist

A/N: this one is long as hell I’m sorry lol!!!

Last night was very much a let down, but hey- Bruce did say he’d be in touch…

CW: smut, oral (F receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!), creampie, lowkey needy Bruce

Wc: 6k

You wake up rather unceremoniously with a light headache from last night’s bottomless champagne, something Al warned you about.

The clock reads 10:30 am, later than you normally stayed in. It’s time to get up, so with a long yawn, you pull yourself out of bed. 

Residual moisture from last night’s downpour rests on your window but the sky was actually decently clear. Luckily it’s Saturday and you’re actually able to enjoy the rare sunshine. 

You’re in the middle of washing your cereal bowl when you hear a knock on your door- probably survey people or some kid trying to sell you the newest pyramid scheme- you return to washing your dishes. 

Once the sink is turned off and the bowl is on the drying rack, the knocking begins again. 

You groan and hustle over to the door with a frown, they were really desperate, huh? Brushing the brass peep-hole cover out of the way, you’re very surprised to see a more casually dressed Bruce standing awkwardly on the other side of the door. No way he has the audacity to show up here after embarrassing you. 

You let the cover fall back over the lens and begin to walk away, his muffled voice calls your name from behind the door. 

“Please, can we talk?” 

He’s so stubborn, he probably won't leave if you don’t at least acknowledge him, so you roll your eyes and open the door. 

Bruce has a large vase of flowers in his hands and an apologetic look on his face. Quite extravagant, seeing as the only thing you really even did with him last night was take a car ride and make out a little. 

Huffing out a sigh, you lean against the door frame, arms crossed, “What do you want Bruce?”. 

He struggles to articulate his thoughts, lips visibly twitching, until he finally lands on “I wanted to apologize for last night”. 

“You could have just called,” you say rigidly. 

“No, I wanted to apologize in person” he shifts awkwardly and looks past you into your place. 

“Just come in” you say exasperatedly. 

“May I?” he asks, eyes slightly widening. 

“That’s why I offered” you respond blankly, (damn…and Bruce thought he was the dry one).

Bruce followers behind you and places the vase on your counter, making sure not to disturb the petals too much. You observe him as he does so, he’s wearing a button-up as with a dark sweater over it. The sleeves are rolled to his elbows and the front of the sweater is tucked into his pants to reveal his undoubtedly expensive belt buckle- he had to know what he was doing. 

“So.” you say, arms crossed, leaning against your counter. 

“So…” he repeats slowly. 

“So, you wanted to apologize- let’s hear it”. 

He presses his lips together and nods, “I am genuinely very sorry for leaving you last night, trust me, that was the last thing I wanted to do”. 

Then why did you leave?

“Sure, Bruce” you responded instead. 

“I just remembered I had to submit a proposal for the company last night and I could only do it from my personal computer, security issues”. 

You capture your bottom lip in between your teeth, cutting your eyes to the side as you scoff, “Alright, Bruce”.

His shoulders drop at your tone. 

“Well thank you for the lovely flowers, I’m sure it took a lot of effort to grab them from the store, but I really do think you should get going- I’ve got some errands to run today” you say, heading past him towards the door. 

Before you can get all the way past, he catches your arm with a gentle hand. The way he calls your name makes your heart pang- you hated that he still had this effect on you.

You meet his deep blue eyes and he searches yours for some indication that you don’t actually hate him. 

He releases your arm and you turn to face him, now he’s the one leaning against the counter. Bruce slowly collects your hands in his and sighs, “Please, let me make this up to you”. 

You glance down, his hands are so much bigger than yours, they’re strong, calloused, and… you notice fresh bruising and cuts on his knuckles- unless he had to fight people to get to his laptop, those should not be there. 

“I don’t know Bruce, I’m not going to be strung along until you’re available” you say, avoiding his gaze. 

His eyes drop for a moment too before he announces, “Dinner, tonight at Chez Vous, 8:00. I’ve already set up reservations and I’ll have my driver pick you up”

“I-” you’re stunned, how was he going to flip this into a date. 

“You can’t just expect me to fall for that, I- mean I’m not one of your little flings Bruce. What do you even want from me?”

“I just want to properly apologize for the other night”

“A verbal apology would suffice”

“Ok, I want to take you out.”

It irks you that his words still make your heart beat faster. Fuck Bruce Wayne. But Chez Vous is known to have a good selection and the place is pretty hard to get into…. Fine. 

“Ok fine. But just so you know, I'm only going because I want to try Chez Vous’ steak… I hear it's delicious.”

“It is.”, he offers a small smile.

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It’s 7:24 and you still haven’t chosen an outfit- luckily you've already done your hair and makeup, but once you step in front of your closet, you realize that you’re already running out of fancy dresses. 

Last night you had to go out of your way to get that dress and now you’re struggling to find something that is nice enough to wear to the high-profile restaurant. You had an old bridesmaid dress from your college friend’s wedding but it was very obviously made for a wedding. 

You look back at the clock and its now 7:32- Fuck- the driver is picking you up at 7:40. 

Desperation kicks in and you start flying through the dress options calculating possible accessories that could save the outfit until- Your hands stop suddenly as you look at it. 

A long, tight, black backless dress; you forgot you had that. You thanked your past self as you slipped the form fitting piece on; it fit perfectly, hugging your curves and accentuating all of the right places.

Damn, how did you forget about this dress? 

Your phone’s alarm buzzes, 7:40- alright, showtime.

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The drive to the restaurant is short, Chez Vous is just in downtown Gotham- not far from your apartment. You arrive to already see Bruce standing outside the restaurant, his hands behind his back as he watches people walk past. 

Your heart begins to race; his hair is styled back and his suit is perfectly tailored to fit his magnificent body. He just looks so elegant, so confident- you actually can’t believe that you’re going to be seen in public with him. 

The door clicks open, stirring you from your fantasy world and the driver offers you a gloved hand. You thank the driver with a slight bow before turning to see Bruce; he’s got a stupid smirk on his face as he greets you. 

“Bowing? A bit formal, no?” he teases. 

“I- What else was I supposed to do?” you ask, playfully scoffing. 

“Just say ‘thank you’?” he offers, to which you lightly shove his arm, exaggeratedly rolling your eyes.

“You look stunning-”, “You look very nice, Bruce”.

Both of you laugh over your jumbled words as if the two of you were merely school kids going on your first date. A warm blush creeps up your cheeks; did he think that was sweet or did he think it was awkward? 

“Well thank you, but I’m definitely not beating you in the looks department” Bruce adds, regaining his footing in the conversation (not that he was ever lost to begin with). 

“Oh stop it, you’re such a cliche” you laugh, before he takes one of your hands in his. 

“I brought you this”, a small rose is extended to you. 

“Bruce, it’s lovely!” you say in surprise. 

“I pruned it this afternoon, from the Manor’s gardens” he mentions, a little less confident than before- as if he were almost embarrassed. 

Before you can respond to him, he clears his throat and motions to the restaurant, “Shall we go in?”.

“We shall” you respond with a smile in an overly posh accent; he smiles. 

The restaurant’s windows are blocked by velvety red drapes and each table lit by a singular warm lamp in the center. Everyone in the establishment looks like they make at least 7 figures, if not more. You feel an odd sense of displacement until Bruce’s hand on the small of your back brings you back to him. 

The maître d' stands with rigid posture and doesn’t look up from his books until you and Bruce are right in front of the stand. Even then, he’s slow to glance up, asking for a reservation as he does so. 

“Wayne” Bruce’s strong voice says. 

The older gentleman’s eyes widened behind his thin glasses, “Ah! Mr. Wayne- We have already prepared your table, if you would kindly follow me”. 

Damn, even his pattern of speech even sounds expensive.

The table is in a secluded corner, only a few other VIP tables are spread across the area. The maître d' is about to pull out your seat for you, but Bruce insists on doing it himself and the man doesn’t try to protest. 

Bruce takes his place across from you and before you know it, a woman is bringing an expensive bottle of red wine chilled in a small silver bucket. 

The menu is simple, sleek, and definitely not the flimsy plastic you’re used to- not that you can’t afford better than a little hole in the wall places, you’re just not a big foodie or interested in extravagant presentation. 

You scan the dishes and note the lack of prices (must cost an arm and a leg). Bruce has already placed his menu back down and is in the middle of pouring you a glass of wine. 

“Oh, thank you” you say, to which he smiles. 

“Of course”.

The two of you speak about random topics for a while until the waiter comes back to take your orders. Once he leaves again, Bruce turns back to you with a slightly more serious look.

“I mean no disrespect when I ask this, but if you’re on a surgeon’s salary, why do you choose to live in Bowery? It’s only a few blocks from crime alley- not the most safe area” Bruce asks, his eyes somewhere in between interest and concern. 

“Well, It’s close to the hospital and I try to be as close as I can in case of emergency” you say, taking a sip of your wine. 

“But if you could afford a safer apartment, why not just move to a different building?” 

You shrug, not really having a finite reason, “I’m not sure, I don’t really have much time to worry about moving and it's too expensive to hire movers and a new place if I were going to… Finding a ‘safe’ living situation in Gotham city is not cheap”.

“What about your salary? Surely it provides enough” he questions, genuinely confused. 

You smile at him, “Well, if you simply must know Mr. Wayne, you’re not the only one in Gotham who has a thing for philanthropy”. 

His head tilts slightly and you take a sip. 

“The causes I donate to are much more… subtle. Sometimes I provide local clinics with extra funding to get more equipment or medicines, helping out at the animal sanctuary, sometimes the orphanages in the narrows. Just personal soft spots of mine”. 

That seems to catch Bruce off guard and he smiles, “I had no idea…”. 

“I’m not great at going to donor galas or whatever they're doing now-a-days- as you could probably guess” you offer with a small smile of your own. 

“Do you avoid all of them because you have to go stag?” he teases, referencing last night. 

“No, maybe I’d rather spend my time off of work actually relaxing rather than pretending I’m someone important” you respond with a laugh.

“No need to pretend… you are” Bruce says, voice even and exact. 

He can tell you’re flustered because he goes ahead and adds, “I for one, would love to see you at more of them.”

“Then, I guess I might just have to reconsider …” 

“And maybe you won’t have to go stag” 

You’re interrupted by the waiter coming by with your meals; the plate is placed in front of you delicately; silver dish cover reflecting your face back at you. The covers are taken off of yours and Bruce’s plates at the same time, revealing a delicious aroma.

The platters are so thoughtfully arranged that it looks like a piece of art rather than food. It almost feels shameful to disturb it. 

The waiter bows wishing you “bon appetite” before turning on his heel and leaving. 

“Holy shit, this looks amazing” you exclaim a little louder than intended, based off of the way a few people’s heads turn in disapproval. 

You make a face and shrink back, “Sorry” you whisper, making Bruce chuckle. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it- your excitement is cute”. 

No sense in blushing because it hasn’t gone away since you got out of the car, so instead you just gaze at him with soft eyes and a smile to match. He made you feel like you belonged here, with him. 

The two of you looked like lovesick fools; who would have thought that you’d actually be here, on a date with Bruce Wayne? Of course, there was still that little part in the back of your head asking why you were falling for his charms when everyone in Gotham knew his reputation for this sort of thing… but it feels more genuine than not. 

Bruce is an expert at being in the public eye, he’s spent years carefully crafting his persona, but you can see that the one he uses at the gala is different than the one he uses with staff, which is also different from how he used to speak to you in your early days working with him.

But now, he's shown you a side of himself that you haven’t seen him use with anyone else- not even the women he was with in the past, throughout your time treating him. 

Never had he felt so… comfortable. 

“You’re staring again. Seems like we need to break that little habit of yours” Bruce says, cutting into his steak with a glint of something you can’t quite place. 

“Who says it needs to be broken? Can’t I just admire something that’s appealing to my eyes?” you respond, taking a bite of your own dish. 

His brow quirks before he speaks again, “Someone’s feeling bold tonight? To what do I owe the pleasure?”. 

“I’m normally like this, you just catch me in bad moods” you smartly respond, sending him a wink. 

Oh this is dangerous. 

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The rest of the date goes well as the two of you banter and exchange stories. 

Before you even realize, the two of you are already done with your meals and Bruce is signing the bill. He takes a sleek fountain pen from his inner pocket and signs the bill in impeccably good handwriting before adding a $200 tip. Cash. 

He looks up from the book and meets your curious eyes. With a smile he rises and offers his hand, “ready to get out of here?”. 

Your hand feels so small in his as he helps you up; the two of you walk out of the restaurant, a few eyes following you once they realize who you’re with. Are they judging you? Do they think you’re not worthy enough to be with Bruce? 

He places a steady hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the exit, almost as if he could hear your inner dialogue. 

The driver is already waiting outside but you’re surprised to see a hoard of paparazzi; their cameras flick and flash as they all call for the man next to you. They shout questions and controversial statements all in an attempt to garner his attention, but Bruce is unwavering- as steady as ever, assured. He walks casually towards the car still guiding you. 

You don’t want to cause a scene either but you can’t help but look up at him, this is all very jarring for you. “You’re doing great, we’re almost there” he says under his breath, only loud enough for you to hear. 

The driver opens the car door for you and Bruce lets you enter first before closing the door and walking to the other side. Once he enters the driver promptly drives away. 

You’re still processing what just happened when Bruce places a hand on your thigh, “are you alright? I’m sorry, I didn’t think they’d get my location so quickly”. 

“It’s alright Bruce, I just wasn’t expecting that” you say before nervously laughing. 

His expression softens and he rubs his thumb in a circle on your leg, “Yea, it’s pretty bothersome, I can’t really go anywhere without people prying into my life”. 

There was a time that you would have made fun of him or teased him for being a “woe is me” billionaire complaining about having money, but after getting to know him more, you can understand how hard it must be; not having privacy, not being able to trust people’s intentions, and always having someone watching your every move. 

You place your hand over his, gaining his attention, “I’m sorry Bruce- I wish it were different for you”. 

He studies your expression with an emotion you can't quite place before tilting your chin with his fingers, “May I kiss you?”. 

As an answer, you crash your lips into his; Bruce is caught off guard, but quickly regains his composure. He places his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to him as you run your neatly manicured fingers through his jet black hair. 

He gently catches your bottom lip in between his pearly teeth before moving his kisses down the side of your neck. Good thing the car has a divider, otherwise the driver would be getting a show. 

“God, you’re magnificent” he groans into you. 

“Fuck, Bruce” you moan as one of his large hands reaches around to grope your ass. 

His sharp canines rake across your collarbone prompting you to squeeze his clothed bicep. Bruce pulls you into his lap, hiking up your dress so that you can straddle his lap. His thigh muscles strain against the expensive fabric of his dress pants as he continues to pillage your mouth. 

Hot, breathy kisses, obscene noises- you can feel the desire pooling in your stomach and the wetness between your folds. Though, it seems like you're not the only one feeling so excited. 

The tent in Bruce’s pants is nothing to scoff at; he’s big. Your damping panties rub against the bulge, making both of you hiss at the sensation. In an attempt to gauge just how big he is, you begin to run your core from his base to his tip, but you only get half way before he’s caging your back down on his lap. 

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, sweetheart" his gravely voice echoes in your ear. 

You’ve lost track of time and now the car is parked. Bruce taps your thigh signaling for you to get off of his lap.

“We’ll continue this inside” Bruce promises, your core greedily pulsing for him. 

The driver opens the door for you but it’s Bruce’s hand that is extended for you- damn, he's fast. You take it gingerly and he guides you out of the car; you’re so entranced by him that you almost don’t even see the magnificent mansion right in front of you. 

Bruce can tell the moment you notice the architectural feat once your gaze shifts from him and your lips slightly part. He smiles. 

“Oh my God, Bruce- I knew you had money, but I had no idea-” you’re completely enthralled by the house. 

He only chuckles as the two of you arrive on the doorstep; the doors are opened by an older man. He looks to be in his early to late 60s, he has white hair, and looks too posh for Gotham. 

“Master Wayne, Good Evening” he bows before fixing his gaze on you, “Ah, you must be the young doctor I’ve heard so much about”. 

Bruce talks about you? 

You catch a glance at Bruce, a tiny blush dusting his sharp cheeks before he clears his throat. He introduces you to the man- his butler and long time confidant, Alfred, before excusing the two of you upstairs.

Alfred continues further into the first floor of the manor as Burce sweeps you into his arms and carries you up the dark wood stairs. 

“You really didn’t have to do that” you say shyly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. 

“But I wanted to” he responded, nudging your head with his. 

He brings you to a grand room, it looks almost like a private library. You take a seat on the plush velvety couch that sits in the middle of the room. Bruce shrugs off his suit jacket before grabbing some firewood that's arranged next to the grandiose fireplace. 

Without a word, he begins a fire and as he’s poking and prodding at the flames, you take off your heels. Once he’s happy with its size, he joins you on the couch, placing a strong arm around you. He smells of sandalwood and expensive soap. 

“Do you normally bring all of your dates here?” you ask jokingly. 

“Still stuck on that, huh?” he quirks a brow at you, a small smile resting on his face.

“Why, of course Mr. Wayne. Part of my profession is being a risk assessor- I have to keep an eye out for these things”. 

He captures you in a deep kiss, his hand slowly sliding up your thigh, making you moan into his mouth, “So tell me Doctor- How much of a gamble am I then?”. 

God you needed him. 

“A dangerous one” you say before promptly pushing him down and climbing on top of him, “But I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge" you say as you begin to kiss down his neck, undoing his top two buttons as you go. 

Bruce all but groans as he feels your nimble fingers toying with his belt, his composure fracturing. “Oh yea?” he pants, as he slides the zipper of your dress down your spine; you can't help but squeeze your thighs when you feel his rough knuckles brush your back. 

“Neither am I” he says before flipping you over so that he’s now on top; his strong arms caging you in. 

You grab onto his shirt and tug him closer to you, “then prove it”. 

That’s all he needed. 

Bruce sits up and promptly kneels on the floor beside the couch, grabbing your thighs and pulling you down. His head rests between your thighs as he hikes up your dress with his hands- only your black lace panties on display. 

He makes a noise between a growl and a curse as he traces the band of lace, slowly drawing it down with his index finger to take a peek at what’s underneath. 

He feels himself growing stiffer in his pants and fights the urge to pull himself out and start stroking. He refrains because his focus is drawn back to you once he hears a breathy moan escape your glossed lips as he swipes his thumb over your clit. 

You prop yourself up onto your elbows so you can get a good look at him as he goes down on you, after all- there's a slight possibility that this will be your only chance to witness it (unlikely). 

Slowly, he pulls them off with his teeth, you subconsciously lift your hips to assist. He sits back on his heels, taking a moment to admire the sight before him; your flushed face, messy hair, left dress strap hanging off of your shoulder, and wet pussy on display. It was enough to make him cum right there. 

He kisses the insides of your soft thighs until he reaches your core, giving it a long, flat lick before swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud. Your body shivers and you moan out his name, fingers raking through his dark locks. 

Bruce hums against you, sending sweet vibrations up your spine; you clench your thighs around his head as his hands grip around your waist, pulling you closer against him. It was his turn to moan, you tasted so sweet and your cute noises were just overwhelming his senses- he couldn’t help it any more. 

Disregarding all self control and desperation, he takes his right hand and rips his belt from around his waist, discarding it somewhere behind him. He unceremoniously palms himself through his briefs before giving himself a squeeze- he can feel the damp spot from his precum. 

Your legs begin to shake as Bruce adds his thick fingers to the mix- it’s almost embarrassing how close you are. 

“B-Bruce! Fuck- Right there!” you whine as he curls his digits inside of you. 

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he growls, taking a break to lightly bite your thigh. 

He meets your dazed eyes with his hungry ones, as you vigorously nod- he wants to taste it all. He suckles on your clit as he continues working your pussy making you scream his name and see stars. The tightly wound coil in your stomach snaps and you go limp in his hold as he laps up your ecstasy. 

You’re left panting as he climbs atop of you; without a beat, you capture him in a kiss, tasting yourself on his warm lips. His strong hands roam the sides of your body until you break away. 

“I want to feel you Bruce” you whisper against the shell of his ear as you tug at his trousers, “would you let me?” you ask sweetly. 

“I’d do anything for you” his gruff voice responds, making the heat race to your core again. You weren’t expecting him to be so… willing. 

You push yourself up to meet his lips once more, but somehow it catches him off guard and the two of you end up tumbling onto the intricately designed rug on the floor. The way you land, he’s now on the bottom and you use this to your advantage, quickly undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt with lightning speed. 

He sits up with ease, taking you with him as he shrugs off his sleeves; you begin to help him remove his pants before pushing him back down. His chest is huge, large plains of taught muscle. He’s the most fit person you have ever seen- he’s always been, but you’d think he might have lost some of it within the ‘almost decade’ that you’ve known him. 

This is not the first time that you’ve seen Bruce’s body, but it’s the first time you’ve seen this much of it all at once. He has so many scars and bruises all over his body- some from you, some from his eccentric activities, and some you just have no clue about. It’s not unappealing though, actually- quite the opposite. 

Seeing your own work on display fuels your ego and you hate to admit it. You press heated kisses down his torso until you gently rake your teeth down his adonis belt; his sculpted thighs tensing under your tight grip. 

He exhales a few strangled curses before you palm him through his black briefs, his length strains painfully against the thin fabric. You smile and swiftly pull them down, freeing his fully hard cock. 

Oh Shit.

Bruce is massive, he’s a good 8 inches, if not more (how was he gonna fit?). His tip was swollen with lust and his precum was already spilling down his thick shaft. There was a prominent vein running from his bast to his tip on the underside, accompanied by a few thinner, shorter veins running to his leaking tip. You lick your lips. 

He watches you intensely as you give it a long pump, Bruce’s brows knead together as he balls his fists- his jaw tightens and you smile. 

“Bruce” you call sweetly. 

A moan escapes his lips as you gently take his heavy balls into your palm, leaning down to whisper into his ear. 

“I want you inside of me”. 

His eyes shoot open and suddenly you’re the one lying on the floor as he lines himself up with your entrance. You can feel the way his dick is twitching, so eager for your warmth. You’re waiting for the stretch, but it doesn't come, you’re about to ask whine but you meet his intense gaze. 

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, dead serious. 

“Bruce, please fuck me already” you practically beg. 

Without warning he pushes himself all the way into you; you scream, digging your nails into his back as he bottoms out with a guttural moan. Bruce rests his weight onto you for a moment before drawing his hips back- so painfully slow, before pumping himself back into you. 

Nothing is clear in your mind as he thrusts in and out of your sensitive hole, all you can do is hold onto his hulking frame and obscenely moan his name. 

“Yeah, Yeah tell me how well I’m filling you up” he grunts, through gritted teeth. 

“Fuck! S-so big, can’t- oh God!” you cry as he presses his skilled thumb to your swollen clit. 

He drinks up your praises and decides to give you some too, “You’re doing so well for me, pretty girl- Shit- you’re squeezing me so tight” his voice tapers off at the end as you clench him tighter. 

“F-fuck, I’m not gonna last” he pants, as his strong hands steady themselves on your hips (that’s definitely going to bruise tomorrow). 

“B-Bruce” you cry, the pleasure becoming too much. 

“Let go sweetheart, I’m right behind you” he coaches as your whole body wracks with searing pleasure. 

Your vision goes fuzzy as he pulls your hips flush against his; his balls tighten as he spills his warm release into you. His cock twitches and pulses inside of you as your walls milk him dry. 

The two of you lie there for a moment, before he rolls over, lying you on his sweaty chest- still connected. You whimper at the overstimulation and notice Bruce is having the same issue. His eyes are clamped shut, his body occasionally spasms. 

Weakly, you brush a hand against his cheek, making him open his eyes and smile lazily. 

So worth it. 

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You must have fallen asleep because the next thing you notice is Bruce’s strong arms carrying you into his ridiculously large shower. He gently sets you onto the built in marble bench; the cool stone makes you shiver and grip onto his bicep, he only smiles. 

He turns on the shower and warm steam begins to flood the wide space. He rinses off the sweat from his sculpturesque body before walking back over to you with a gentle look (yes, walking- the shower is that big). 

You sleepily meet his gaze, a small smile of your own settling onto your face; one of his hands tucks some stray strands of hair behind your ear and he leans down to capture you in a kiss. 

“You did so well for me” his low voice sounds so comforting as he helps you up and leads you to the water. 

A contempt sigh leaves your lips as the warm water cascades down your back. It feels wonderful but you can barely hold yourself up on your tired legs. Bruce begins to gently wash your body but your exhaustion washes over you and you begin to fall. 

He catches you in his strong arms again and holds you up, “Shit, are you ok?” he worriedly asks. 

You hum into his chest and wrap your arms around his neck, "my legs are so tired”. 

He huffs out a small laugh and you can tell he’s got a smile on his face as he scoops you up and sits you back onto the marble ledge. He twists a knob making water come out from another showerhead above you and he kneels down and resumes washing your legs. 

“You don’t have to do that-” you begin, but you’re cut off by a gentle kiss, nothing like the ones you shared earlier. 

“I want to” Bruce’s deep voice rings, making you feel even more dizzy than before. 

Once he’s done washing your hair and body, as well as his own, he turns off the water and dries you off. You’re all wrapped up in fluffy towels with little golden “W��� Monograms, watching Bruce dry his own body off- he’s a work of art. 

Soon you’re dressed in one of his old “Wayne Enterprises“ t shirts, lying on the left side of his king-sized bed. You pull the covers over yourself and close your eyes, not trying to get to close to his side because cuddling is more of a-

Your thoughts are interrupted when one of Bruce’s strong arms wraps around your waist, pulling you to his side. You gasp at the effortlessness he grabs you with but once you feel the heat radiating off of his large chest, you curl into his side like a contempt kitten. 

“What were you doing all the way over there, Huh?” he whispers against your temple, before kissing it. 

You shrug and nuzzle closer to him, “I don’t know”.

He laughs at your answer and takes a deep breath through his nose. You crack open an eye to secretly admire his face, but he’s already looking at you. 

“I’ve been wanting to see you like this for years,” Bruce admits with soft eyes. 

Instead of responding, you gently caress his cheek before running your hand down his neck, over his torso. He has so many scars, so many untold stories- you can't help but gaze at the incisions made by your hand.

Bruce watches you closely as you lightly trace over one of the scars on the side of his ribcage, it was a chest wall stabilization you performed after a skiing accident. And then the scar on the left side of his abdomen where you removed a hematoma that formed due to blunt-force trauma; he had only said that it was a kick boxing injury. 

“You’ve collected a menagerie of these” you say as you press your soft lips against one of the large plains of his chest. 

Your head rises as he takes a deep breath, “Yes, I have”. 

The two of you are silent for a moment; it makes you sad to see all of the damage done to his body, but something tells you that no matter what you say wont stop his reckless lifestyle. 

Bruce gently runs his arm along your arm before tilting your chin up to look at him, “I know it bothers you- my carelessness”. 

“It does” you whisper. 

“But you’re always there to stitch me up” he smiles, “I wouldn’t be in as good of shape as I am now, without you”. 

His words are sincere and you feel seen. 

“I’ll always be here for you Bruce” you say before allowing exhaustion to wash over you. 

a/n: sooo I actually need him so fucking bad- we all know Bruce is capable of true interest cause have u seen him w Selena or rachel?! Tf. Anywayyys he’s a lil gardener and hero- so so sweet :3 Also the place I mentioned the reader living is a burrow near crime alley on a Gotham map- I’m j gonna pretend it’s by the hospital lol

I also wanted to write a longer sex scene but this chapter was alr getting too long oops

[weixuldo]

The Bruce Wayne series is so good, like gooooood

THANK U FOR THE FEEDBACK OMGGG!!! I realllllyyy love him and I’m currently hyperfixated hahaha- the next chapter is gonna b SO LKNG THO OMG… smut tho 👀

[weixuldo]

Fear and Love

Bale!Batman x Wife!Reader

A/N: Sooo this is a different spin on the events after Batman is gased with fear toxins by scarecrow in batman begins. I made the reader his wife bc its not realistic that he'd let anyone else see him out of the suit at this point in his life. Hope u enjoy an dyes ik- its a bit diff from the movie :0

Toxins pulse through Bruce's veins as he fights against his worst fears, though only one thing can truly help him overcome.

cw: Hurt/comfort, bruce is in mental anguish, fear, anxiety attack like symptoms

wc: 2.2k

The effects of Scarecrow’s fear toxins pump through Batman’s veins as he struggles to scramble away from the quickly forming crowd of prying eyes. To be fair, why wouldn’t they be gathering, he just fell out of a fucking window, not to mention- on fire. 

For once, Gotham’s signature rainy weather came in handy, but Batman doesn’t have half the mind to celebrate the small victory. Instead, he’s stuck in a maelstrom of fear and hallucinations, he knows he has to get somewhere safe so he pushes through and makes his way to the top of one of the buildings in the surrounding alley. 

He collapses with a grunt as he reaches for his comm link, practically begging for his trusted butler (and right hand man) to help him.

No one can fully know what happened in between the time Batman called and Alfred’s arrival- only Bruce knows that. 

Alfred arrives with haste and quickly finds  Batman convulsing with fear on the pavement. You’re sitting in the back seat (despite Alfred’s attempts to keep you at the manor), about to get out of the expensive car before Alfred calls back-

“Please stay in the car, Missus Wayne- It’s not safe here!”

You want to argue with him but he’s already halfway down the alley way before you can get out a word- you’ve never understood how Alfred moves so fast. 

A loud groan rings out and you catch the sight of the cowl, Alfred has his arm wrapped around Batman’s waist as he guides the hulking figure towards the car.

On instinct you shove the door facing the two men open and Alfred helps the Bat into the backseat. You grab under his arms and pull him further into the back so that his head is resting in your lap. Alfred shuts the door and quickly hurries around to the driver's seat. 

“Oh my God!” you exclaim as you finally see his condition. 

His whole body is shivering, his eyes are unfocused, his breathing is labored, and he keeps babbling incoherent nonsense. 

Once the car is started, you’re racing back to the manor. Hastily, you take off his cowl; Bruce’s right cheekbone is bruised and he is deathly pale. You feel your eyes tearing up, he’s suffering so much and there’s nothing you can do to help at all. 

“P-poision- It’s poison- p” he stutters as he twitches in your gentle embrace. 

‘What the fuck happened in there?’ you think to yourself as you brush your fingers through his tangled hair, trying to provide any semblance of comfort. 

“Bats- they, the-, they’re everywhere! Help me!” 

You pull him closer to you; cradling his head with one hand and brushing his cheek with your other. He begins to yell for help and you worriedly make eye contact with Alfred in the rearview mirror- his own eyes, welling with tears; neither of you had seen Bruce so terrified. 

“Shhh, it's ok my Love, It’s going to be ok” you attempt to ground him (and yourself). 

Soon, Bruce begins chanting something else, your name; he calls out to you in desperation even though you’re holding him. 

“Please! Come back- come back!” Bruce sobs in your arms. 

You sit up straighter, your hold on him tightening; you’re right here, why doesn’t he recognize you?

“Bruce, I’m here baby. I’m right here-”

“D-don’t touch her! Don’t touch my wife-” he cries as he attempts to sit himself up. 

You pull him back to your chest and wrap your arms around his waist to keep him in one spot. You’re full on crying too now as he struggles against your hold, the wet kevlar of his suit bruising your skin. 

“NO!” he cries to no one in particular, he’s panting now as he tries to break free from you, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

“Alfred! How much longer?!” you beg in desperation as your husband is becoming too much for you to contain. 

“4 more minutes, Ma’am- We’re almost there” he responds hurriedly as he presses harder on the gas. 

“She’s g- she- she's gone! Killed, killed, they killed her!” Bruce screams, his eyes screwed tightly shut as he thrashes around. 

You release your hold of him and quickly scramble to get on top of him; one knee pressed between the backseat and his left side and the other foot on the floor of the car. You press your elbows onto his chest and reach out both hands to cup his face. 

“Bruce! Baby, I’m right here- It’s ok, I’m alive” you breathlessly pant as he finally squints his eyes open. 

You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead and his eyes widen as he quickly grabs your waist, holding onto you like a lifeline. He pulls you impossibly closer to him and hides his face into your neck as he repeats your name like a prayer. 

Thankfully you feel the car shift into park and Alfred quickly opens the backdoor; you meet his worried eyes that seem to well up more when he sees how Bruce has shrunk himself into you. 

“Alfred would you-”

“Don’t worry Missus Wayne, I’ll get him out” the butler affirms before reaching for Bruce’s arms. 

Your husband tightens his grip on you once he feels another set of arms on him, “Baby, we gotta get you out of the car- It’s Alfred, you’re safe” you offer but he doesn’t seem to budge. 

His arms tighten when you try to wiggle out of his hold, making you gasp- it’s so tight you can tell you’re already bruising. 

“Bruce please- I can’t breathe-” you manage as you tap his chest plate with urgency. 

“Master Wayne!” Alfred exclaims just as Bruce releases you. 

He scrambles back and Alfred catches him before he can fall out of the car.

“No, no, no! I’m so sorry, I-I, I-’m sorry! I’m sorry” Bruce cries as he reaches for you again. 

Once you catch your breath you respond, “It’s ok Bruce, You didn’t mean to. But we need to get you to the manor, so please let Alfred help you out of the car”. 

His blue eyes are blown wide and darting around the car and you reach out a hand to cup his bruised cheek, “We’re home, I’ve got you”. 

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Getting Bruce up to your shared bedroom was no easy task; his legs seemed to give out at random times, his whole body shook with anxiety, and he gripped onto your arm as if you would disappear if he didn’t. 

Alfred followed closely beyond to make sure Bruce didn’t fall backwards down the stairs or grab you too tightly. 

You enter the bathroom connected to your bedroom and ask Alfred to fetch water for Bruce as well as call Lucius Fox, he obliges and quickly leaves you and Bruce alone. 

You turn to look at your beloved husband again, you see him shivering in the corner of the bathroom, hugging his knees as close to his chest as he can- his position mirrors that of a small child. 

You rush to his side and slowly place your warm hands on his cheeks to tilt his head to look at you. His eyes are wet with tears and beginning to redden, his bottom lip quivers as he looks at you for comfort. 

“S-Scarecrow- Toxin- Toxin” he babbles, you brush his damp hair as you acknowledge what he’s trying to tell you. 

“I know baby, I know- Alfred and Lucius are going to help you. I’m going to help you. You’re safe” you say through your own tears as you press gentle kisses all over his face. 

“Can I help you take off your suit, so that we can get you clean?” you ask softly, as not to stress him. 

He looks at you with skepticism and you begin to take your own blouse off; Bruce’s eyes watch you as you strip down to your bra and panties- his favorite set.

He seems to warm to the idea now that he sees you’re just you- no injuries, no bruises, no concealed weapons or illusions… Nothing hidden beneath the clothes- just his beautiful wife. 

Safe. 

He reluctantly nods and you reward him with another kiss. "That's my good boy” you smile as you hook your fingers under the solid kevlar slats of his suit, helping pull them off of his tired body. 

Soon he’s down to just his undersuit layer and you begin to slowly pull down the zipper of the suit. Bruce shivers at the cool air on his skin and places a large hand on your thigh. 

Once the suit is off, you begin to get up so that you can run the bath (Bruce wouldn’t be able to stand on his own long enough to take a shower), but before you can stand all the way up, he’s clinging to you again. 

His hand is firm around your wrist, but not tight enough to hurt you. He’s crying again; big beautiful eyes, a sea of uncertainty and torment. He tugs you back down and gathers your smaller frame into his arms and sits you on his lap. 

Your husband cradles you close to his chest, strong hand holding your head, tucking it under his chin. He’s shielding you from the horrors that only he can see. 

“Please, Please don’t go. Don’t leave.” he mumbles as he holds you. 

You allow him to hold you for a while until he seems to calm down a little and you begin to wiggle out of his hold. His eyes protest and he whimpers. 

“I’m not going anywhere my Love, I’m just turning on the water ok?” you offer, giving him a reassuring squeeze. 

He nods, closing his tired eyes and resting his head against the wall as you fill the tub with warm water. 

Alfred knocks on the door, startling Bruce and you silently curse- he was just settling down.

“One minute Alfred!” you exclaim before turning back to Bruce. 

“It’s just Alfred, he’s just bringing us water” you assure him as you take the glass from the older man. 

“Lucius Fox is downstairs working on an antidote as we speak ma’am” Alfred offers. 

You nod and thank him, “Wait Alfred, would you help me get him into the tub? I’m afraid he’s not able to on his own and he’s too heavy for just me to” .

“Of course” Alfred shoots you a sad smile. It hurt him just as much to see the man he raised in such a state. Surely Alfred just saw the frightened little child who once fell down the bat infested well. 

Bruce has folded in on himself in the corner, shaking again, repeating something you can’t quite decipher. 

“My Love” you call, cautiously approaching him again. 

You place a hand on his shoulder and he looks at you. “Lets get you in the tub, ok?”. 

His eyes dart from you to Alfred a few times before he obliges. You throw one of his arms obver your shoulders and Alfred takes the other side. Bruce’s walk is uncoordinated as you and the old man steady his waist with your free hands until you reach the foot of the marble tub. 

The two of you ease him into the bath and he lets out a sigh once the warm water envelops him like a sweet embrace. “Thank you Alfred” you say, before the man leaves the two of you alone again. 

Once the large oak door is closed, you grab the cool glass of water again. “Here Baby, drink this” you say, kneeling beside the tub. 

He narrows his tired eyes at the glass and you can tell he’s not sure it’s safe, so you take a sip first, “It's good, it's normal water”. 

He allows you to lift the glass to his cracked lips and he almost downs the whole thing in one go. Once you place the glass down on the floor, he calls to you- “Please, join me?” he asks so softly. 

Of course you can’t deny your sweet husband, so you take off the rest of your undergarments, ask him to lean forward, and slip into the tub behind him. Once you’re situated, you ease him back to rest his head against your shoulder.

You wrap your arms around his chest, holding him tightly, grounding him. The pressure on his chest makes him feel sane, he knows he’s home. 

For about 30 minutes, you hold him tight, whispering affirmations and praises against his ears as you gently clean him. He’s finally able to let go. 

Once you get him into bed, Lucius is ready with the antidote; he administers the dose to Bruce as he’s drifting off. 

“Thank you Lucius” you say before turning to the butler, “and thank you Alfred”. 

The older man shakes his head, “No, thank you Missus Wayne, I don’t know if I would have been able to get him back”. 

You knew what he meant, there was no one else who was able to draw Bruce back to reality better than you. The men left the bedroom and you snuggled up to your already sleeping husband; gently, you brush his damp hair from his face and pepper him with kisses before placing his head on your chest, “you’re safe my Love, sweet dreams”. 

a/n poor Bruce :(- I’m not the best w hurt comfort writing but I hope it was good :3

[weixuldo]

ok sooo for the next knowing me, knowing you chapter i'm not even 1/2 way through with the plot of the chapter and its alr like 4k words... do u guys to just wait for one big 8k word ch to drop or do u want me to break it into 2 parts?

[weixuldo]

Knowing Me, Knowing You

Bruce Wayne/Batman x Surgeon!Reader

Chapter 3: A Little Out of Place

Series Masterlist

A/N: playboy Bruce is back baby, tbh idk how galas really work so just bear w me :3

Getting invited to one of the most prestigious galas in Gotham isn’t something you though would be happening to you, but here you are

CW: surprisingly none

Wc: 4.1k

Life seemed to slow down after the night of the assault; you still went to work as usual but now you moved with much more caution, less assured. 

The operating room became the only place you could truly focus, any other time you were thinking about how quickly you could have been killed- how everything you had worked for could just be gone in an instant. 

One thing you still couldn’t shake was how the Bat knew where you were; where you lived. 

Has he been watching you? He asked about Bruce Wayne’s files too, was there something about your patient you were being kept in the dark about? 

After a long day of surgeries, it was finally time for you to grab a coffee downstairs. You shove on your coat and grab your bag before locking your office. The elevator ride is relaxing as you allow yourself a moment to close your tired eyes.

Once the doors slide open, you head for the cafe. They were closing up for the day but one of the barista’s had saved a pot for any staff members who were just getting off shift; thank god for that. 

The comforting aroma fills your senses as you pour yourself a cup as you let out a long yawn. Somewhere behind you someone calls your name. 

It was your boss, the chief of surgery. He’s an older guy, average height, balding, and a bit of a beer belly. His name is Albert but most of the staff just call him “Al”; upon first glance he just looks like another arrogant old man, but he’s actually quite a kind person. He just has the typical hardened Gothamite exterior like everyone else.

“Hey Al, what’s up?” you ask, stirring some creamer into your cup. 

He politely declines the offer of coffee from the younger guy behind the counter before turning back to you. 

“Hey kid, how’ve you been?” he asks, making small talk. 

You nod your head as you sip your drink, “pretty good” you lie, not wanting to get into a long conversation right now. 

“Well I’m glad I ran into you, cause I’ve got a question for ya” he responds, leaning on the counter. 

“Mhm?” you return, hoping he’s not asking you to pick up another shift. 

“You have any plans on Friday?” 

You unconsciously arch your brow and shake your head, “No?”. 

He pulls out a fancily embellished envelope from his coat pocket and hands it to you. 

“Got invited to this charity gala on friday but the wife and I have a little getaway planned, thought I’d offer it to you. Don’t have many other staff members I think deserve it” he jokes with a hearty chuckle. 

You look over the invitation skeptically before agreeing, “why not, I’ve literally got nothing better to do”. 

“That’s the spirit, Kid! Now, it's black tie so make sure you got something nice to wear. And Oh! Don’t forget, by being there you're not only representing the hospital, you’re also representing me” he adds as if you didn’t already know that. 

“Of course Al, I’ll be on my very best behavior- scout’s honor” you joke, holding up your free hand. 

“I know I could trust ya, Kiddo! Make sure not to drink too much of their complementary champagne!” he laughs as he pats you on the back before disappearing down the corridor. 

You look back down to the invitation in your hand and curiously open the envelope, the words on the invitation are golden in an almost illegible cursive. You can make out the time, attire, and location, but if someone were to ask you who is hosting or the main benefactors, you’d have no clue. 

Looks like you’ve got some shopping to do.

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The week flew by and all of a sudden, here you are standing in front of your large mirror checking to see if your dress looks ok. It's not like you don't wear dresses, it's just that you never wear fancy dresses (really no reason to). 

Smooth silk seemed out of place; the dress was quite beautiful, though. You made sure to get a high quality piece after your boss texted you two more times, reminding you that you needed to be a pristine representation of the hospital, him, and blah blah blah. 

The color was a dark blue that you chose to match with silver jewelry and heels. The waist was pretty tight but damn, you looked good.

Turning in the mirror one last time, you suddenly felt a pit in your stomach- you had never been to one of these things and pretty much everyone there had to be a pro…

Quickly you felt yourself getting warm, oh shit- you actually had no one there to guide you, you’re going completely stag. What if you’re painfully awkward? What if you make an insensitive comment? What if your jokes don't land?!

Ok, OK! Maybe having a few drinks when you get there will give you some liquid courage…

In the most embarrassing turn of events, you forget that you need a ride there (because based on the amount you hope to drink, you definitely will not be ok to drive after). So you do the only thing you can think of, call an Uber. 

The only driver available on such short notice is this guy driving a beat down Honda that oddly smells like pancakes, that’ll have to do. 

He’s a bit younger than you and seems pretty interested as to why you’re so dressed up.

“I got invited to this gala last minute” you say, trying to find the source of the pancake smell. 

“Oh the big charity ball! I know all of Gotham’s elite go there- Wait, you said you were invited last minute?” he pipes up as if he recalled some off hand fact. 

“Yea?”

“Oh my God, were you invited by Bruce Wayne?” oh, he’s really interested.

“What?” How did he even come up with that?

“Well the papers have all been talking about how his last fling and him split and he had to find someone quick!” he’s a total fanboy.

Scrunching your face you respond, “Hell no, I’m not one of his little escapades. Plus don’t you think I’d be riffing with him if he invited me?”. 

Damn, maybe that was a little too harsh.

“Oh, yea… I guess I just thought you kinda seem like the type he’d go for”.

Was that a compliment or an insult? Whatever, you were almost there, the sky was illuminated with the grandiose entrance lights. 

“Wait, can you drop me off over there” you point to a block away from the event. 

“Uh, I can just drop you at the entranc-”

“No, no- the curb is fine, thank you” you smile, leaving no room for negotiation. 

Ok maybe you aren’t being the nicest you could be but your nerves were going insane and the mention of Bruce made you even more jittery.

“Thank you so much” you say as you hand the guy a $20. 

He drives off and you’re left to collect your bearings as you head towards the venue. 

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The ballroom is insanely overwhelming; socialites decorated in extravagant jewelry, fancy drink towers, live orchestra, and a cacophony of loud chatter.  

Well damn, maybe you didn’t think this through- making small talk really isn’t your strong suit and you don’t run in any of the circles the event is for.

A young waitress walks by with a platter of thinly stemmed champagne glasses and you swiftly snatch one up as she passes.

Before you can even register what you’re doing, you’ve already downed about two thirds of the glass.

Ok, maybe this was a mistake; maybe you should just go home-

A familiar voice calls your name from behind you. Oh God, please be him…

You turn and are met with the all too familiar Bruce Wayne, his blue eyes wander from your exposed shoulders to your stunned face. 

“Mr. Wayne” you sigh, a little too obviously relieved to see him. 

He chuckles, tilting his head slightly, “Bruce”.

“Pardon?”

“Please. You can call me Bruce” he responds with a small smile. 

Your words catch in your throat for a moment about to protest but you realise you aren’t at work and he’s not your patient. 

“Yes sir- I-I mean, Bruce” you speak rather flustered. 

His lips angle into a small smirk as he scans your reddening face, “You seem much less composed than usual, Doctor”.

“Haha, very funny. Well as you can imagine, this isn’t really my usual scene” you narrow your eyes, he’s obviously having a field day with your jittery aura. 

“Yea, I didn’t expect to see you here tonight- but it’s quite the pleasant surprise” he smiles before looking over your figure once more. 

“I definitely expected to see you here tonight” you respond, of course he’d be here, he’s the richest man in the city and it's a charity event. 

“Ah, are you stalking me, Doctor?” Bruce asks, a confident look gracing his handsome features. 

“You know, contrary to popular belief, you aren’t the only factor in my life” you tease as you find your footing (finally). 

His bright eyes don’t break contact with you as you take another sip of your drink. 

“How did you find me in here?”- “You look absolutely stunning by the way”. 

Your words clash and suddenly your heart is beating all the faster. Bruce, for the first time ever, seems to blush a little too. 

The tall man clears his throat and chooses to answer your question, “I noticed you when you walked in solo, most of the time people come in pairs”. 

“I don’t think it’s that uncommon to come stag… I mean you’re not here with anyone” you say. 

Bruce’s face changes but before he can respond you hear another voice calling his name. 

“Bruuce! Brucie, where are you? Bru- Oh! There you are, I thought you said you were going to get us drinks!” a redhead girl comes up to the two of you and grabs on to Bruce’s nicely ironed suit sleeve. 

He clears his throat and looks at you with an emotion you can’t quite place. 

“Oh my! That dress is just stunning on you, where did you get it?” the bubbly woman asks you once she realizes you are also there. 

You’re about to answer but Bruce interrupts, “Shelly, this is the woman who does my surgeries, and this…” he motions to “Shelly” with a thinly pressed smile. 

“…is Shelly, she’s-”

“Winner of Gotham’s next top model” she exclaims enthusiastically. 

“Right. Nice to meet you Shelly.” you smile.

“Aww you too, I was just looking for Brucie, because I want to go dance. Hope you don’t mind!”

Before you can even respond she's dragging him away, leaving you awkwardly standing there looking like an idiot. Of course he’s here with a literal fucking supermodel.

You stick around for a while, having enough alcohol in your system to be able to feel like a functioning human. Small talk has and always will be the bane of your existence, but you did meet a pretty cool lady who happened to be a council woman. 

“Yes, yes, It seems like he’s all the city talks about these days- The Batman” a woman in a red dress exclaims dramatically. 

“I do find it a bit odd that a grown man is masquerading around town in a bat costume, but you know, my kids love him” the council woman responds with a smile. 

“Well you know he beats up poor people” another woman chimes in, making you scrunch your nose. 

“I just don’t think that’s true” you speak up, a frown on your face. 

“Pardon?” 

“Well, I’ve seen him in action. I don’t think he’d just go around harming innocent people, especially not after he saved my life” you added. 

The women around you gasped and began to bombard you with questions. 

“What happened?”, “Is he really as intimidating as people say?”, “How big was he?”, “Does he actually throw bats at people?”.

You chug the rest of your glass before gearing up to answer them

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Once 11:00 comes around you decide that you’ve done your duty being here and that it’s time to go home, get into comfy clothes, and doom scroll. 

The valet lot is pretty busy as a lot of the older crowd is heading back home too. In your time throwing back champagne flutes you forgot that you don’t have a ride. Shit. 

You groan before stepping to the side to pull up Uber on your phone- God, this is so embarrassing. 

“Mam? What’s your key tag?” the young valet boy asks you expectantly. 

Startled, you look around before pointing at yourself (guess you weren’t far enough out the way). 

Before you could awkwardly explain that you were calling an Uber, a strong hand rests on your shoulder making you gasp. 

“She doesn’t have the tag, it's with me”. 

It's Bruce. 

“Ah! Mr. Wayne, of course, we’ll have your vehicle right away!” the boy scurries back to his post and says something hushed to the other worker. 

You didn’t know whether to thank him for saving you from an awkward interaction or to be annoyed at him for leaving you in the middle of a gala that he knew you were uncomfortable at. Though the more you looked at him, you were leaning towards the latter. 

“I’ve been looking for you all night, where did you go?” he asks, his brows slightly furrowed. 

You scoff, he was definitely not looking for you because after your initial greeting, you didn’t see him the rest of the night. 

“Oh have you now?” you taunt, your cheeks still warm from your buzz. 

He looks over your features; eyes drifting from your eyes, to your blushed cheeks, and finally to your glossed lips.

“Yea” it comes out low and rough, eyes still trained on your lips. 

A feeling you don’t want to name shoots itself down to your core. He’s too good at this shit. 

“What about your supermodel girlfriend” you say back, sounding a bit more peeved than you intended. 

“Well for starters, she is not my girlfriend and second, she went home with this broker guy” he answers flatly. 

Oh so he’s just taking you back because his date bailed on him. Great. 

“Oh that sucks, sorry to hear that Bruce” you feign pity. 

“Well thanks for getting me out of that stitch, I wouldn’t have really liked to announce I was ordering an Uber from the fanciest venue in Gotham City” you laugh before patting Bruce’s arm. 

“But I really should get going” you say as you head towards the corner you were dropped off at earlier. But before you get too far, Bruce is calling your name and suddenly his hand is gently grasping your upper arm. 

“Wait- Won’t you come with me?” he asks, almost confused that you’d rather take a stranger's car. 

“Nah, I wouldn’t want to inconvenien-”

“You’re not.” There's no room to protest. 

You sigh, “Bruce, I don’t want to be one of your little-”

“Mr. Wayne!” the boy calls and Bruce’s sleek black sports car is pulled up right next to the curb.

He turns his attention back to you and gives an almost pleading look, “At least let me take you home, I know how Gotham gets at night”. 

You sign and agree, taking his hand as he leads you to the passenger side. 

Once you are in the low seat, your eyes meet his again, he’s staring at you intently as he slowly raises your hand to his mouth, giving your knuckles a soft kiss. 

Your breath catches for the third time tonight. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was actually you, but you feel something warm deep in your core. 

Just as soon as you gain your bearings, he’s already slid into his seat and revving the powerful engine. You give him your address before he jets away from the venue. His face is more relaxed, more natural, as you look over at him. 

He has a stunning side profile; strong jaw, straight nose, beautiful eyes and long lashes. How did he get so lucky?

“You’re staring” he says with a smirk. 

“Oh, I didn’t realize” you tried to play it cool. 

He chuckles.

The car goes silent for a moment and you debate asking him about the number he gave you. 

“I meant what I said earlier” he says, making you turn to him. 

His left hand is on the wheel as his right reaches towards your face, brushing a strand of stray hair from your face, “You look stunning tonight”. 

Shying from his touch, you can only quietly laugh, “do you say that to all of the girls that sit in this seat?”. 

He exhales through his nose and tilts his head slightly, “you really think I’m a womanizer, huh?”. 

Now that was hilarious, you couldn't help but laugh, “Of course I do, Bruce- so does most of the city”. 

He frowns at your statement, making you feel a bit bad for being so harsh; it was just frustrating, wanting him so bad but knowing that it wasn’t in your best interest to give in. 

“I know how it may seem, but I am not-”

Was he really trying to argue with you on this? The alcohol chose to give you a rush of liquid courage as you combat him. 

“Bruce, you had a literal supermodel on your arm tonight and now you’re taking me home? I have a PhD, I’m not stupid” you say, turning your body towards him. 

He goes silent, eyes trained on the road in front of him. The only sound is the pitter patter of the forming rainfall and the rumble of his tires as you nervously fidget with the fabric of your dress; Fuck- you just made weird, you really shouldn’t have said tha-

“Why didn't you call?” His voice is soft, almost sad. 

“I-” you begin, before rolling your bottom lip in between your teeth as you think of the best thing to say. 

“I thought it was just a joke- or, I don’t know, I thought you were just being a flirt” you admit, suddenly feeling a pang of regret. 

He hums in response before slowly moving his right arm to rest on the center console. 

“I’ve been sending you chocolates for years, don’t you think if it were ‘just for fun’ that I would have left you my number a long time ago?” his eyes drift to yours, the blue irises suddenly feeling like a never ending ocean.

“Bruce..”

Before you know it, you’re parking on the curb near your apartment building; Bruce shifts into park and turns off the car. 

“I just want you to know my interest is genuine. I’m not expecting you to say anything, so you don’t have to-”

He’s shut up by your lips against his. For a split second he hesitates, making sure you were actually doing what he thought you were. His silk tie is clenched in your left hand as your other brushes against his cheek, drawing him closer. 

The passion he emits is unmatched, he kisses you as if you were the only woman in the world; it's not sloppy or rushed, instead it is deep, slow, and incredibly personal. The way his hands rest on your neck, his large thumbs gently running along your jaw. 

No one had ever made you feel so wanted, so needed, from just a kiss. 

Thunder rumbles ahead and the kiss is broken as Bruce looks out the window to the dark sky.

“We should go inside” you offer, watching sparks of lightning flash across the sky. 

He agrees, telling you to wait for him to open your door since you’re on the side that’s open to the road. What a gentleman.

Once the two of you are on the sidewalk he takes your hand and spins you into his chest with a light chuckle. The light rain collects on your hair and lashes as you turn to face him; Bruce is wearing the largest smile you have ever seen on him- he looks perfect. 

You can’t help but place your hands on his face, making him look down at you. Soon his own hands find solace on your body, one on your waist and the other on you hip; he pulls you closer to himself before joining your lips together once more. This one feels more desperate, like he had been praying for it. 

You pull away once more, the rain beginning to pick up, “We really should go inside, Bruce”.

His eyes are soft as he smiles again, “Lead the way, beautiful”. 

The stairs are dampened with tracked-in rain from the other residents of the building- shit- you’re in some pretty tall heels and would rather not break your leg. Bruce notices your dilemma and promptly arrives behind you, “May I?” he asks, arms out, waiting for the ‘ok’ to pick you up. 

“Oh Bruce, you don’t have to do that-” before you finish your sentence, he’s already scooped you into his strong arms. 

“What floor?” he asks, ascending the winding staircase. 

“Seven” you blush into his chest, “You really don’t have to carry me, I don’t wa-”.

“Don’t worry about it, It’s not a problem” he assures you with a sincere look. 

“Ok” you squeak, your stomach doing flips. 

After a moment the two of you arrive at your door and he places you down gently before standing back to his full height. Instead of making out again, you give him a light kiss on the cheek, thanking him, before fumbling with your keys to unlock your door.

“You want to come in?” you ask, once your door is fully open.

“I’d love to”. 

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Bruce’s large frame looks very out of place in your cramped apartment, it's a sight you never thought you’d ever see, but you’re sure glad it happened. 

What a scene this is, Bruce Wayne, famed prince of Gotham- holding you so close to his chest, you think you might crack a rib. His hands rake through your hair as he cradles your head to his lips; you swear you heard him moan. 

Your own hands explore his torso and getting dangerously close to his belt. Were you really about to throw all of your discipline and ideas of Bruce out the window? Yes. 

“The rain is bad, you should stay tonight” you breathe through the kisses. 

He hums before taking a step back to admire you; tousled hair, glossy eyes, and perfect body all backlit by the city’s lights shining through your window. Though, his face changes once something seemingly dawns on him. He’s backing up, less composed, no longer focused on you. 

“Bruce?” you call quietly. 

No, no, no… Please no. 

“I’m terribly sorry, I- I think I have to go” He stumbles over his words a bit, something you had never seen. 

There it was. How could you be so naive? Of course he was just toying with you- how did you fall for that?

“It’s just- I remembered that I-”

“Just go Bruce.” you say, a frown finding a place on your face. 

“I’m so sorr-” 

“Please, Just go.”

Tears threaten to fall as you stand in the middle of your kitchen, the heat of the moment turning cold, the alcohol wearing off, and embarrassment creeping in. 

“I’ll contact you- we’ll talk about this” he says, sounding genuine (but it’s probably just rehearsed), before rushing out. 

You’re left there just blinking-not able to get out another word- attempting to process the past hour’s events.

What’s the point of making up an excuse about something if he didn’t even get to the part where the two of you hook up? Wasn’t making excuses more of an ‘after the guy gets what he wants’ type of thing? 

A deep pit of dread forms in your stomach; humiliation, anger, sadness, and guilt rush through your mind faster than you can decide which one is the most prominent feeling.

How fucking stupid are you? 

The rain is pouring much harder than before as you lazily unzip your dress, allowing it to pile at your feet in an expensive puddle. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and cant help but sigh; you aren’t a supermodel- how could you have ever believed Bruce’s, ‘too good to be true’, words? You had been so disciplined for years.

You change into some comfy clothes before taking a seat on the low couch, looking over the city’s dim landscape. But there’s something illuminating the sky- Bright lights slice through the sheen of heavy rainfall; an unwavering beacon of hope. Batman’s signal. 

A small smile graces your tired features as you recall your rescuer. He was dark and intimidating and yet so comforting… At least someone was looking out for the people of Gotham.

a/n: trust, bruce feels like shit and broods the whole patrol. But Breh leaving u high n dry when he’s the one who’s been pining all night is crazy work.

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Enjoying the Batman fic :)) please keep making more

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Omg thank u so much for ur ask, I e been tweaking cause I can’t tell if ppl are enjoying the batty content as much as I am haha

And dw, I have a few ideas in mind 🤩

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The Long Way Around

Battinson!Batman x Catwoman!Reader

A/N: obv this is drawing from Robert Pattinson’s Batman; reader takes Selina Kyle’s place. One of my first thoughts with the contacts was how I’d replay every memory I had to overthink and hyper analyze but then I realized some ppl might use it differently…

Bruce sometimes finds more personal uses for the footage he collects on his contact lenses.

cw: slight voyeurism from Bruce, masturbation (M), sexual tension, bruce is freak, but so are you

wc: 1.4k

Bruce Wayne is a sick man.

He’d rather sit in his cave, rewatching footage he captured of you on his contact lens, than actually having a conversation. 

Your chemistry is undeniable; dangerous looks through your long lashes, his gloved hands lingering on your waist too long (even though he knew you had already regained your footing), the feeling of your plump lips ghosting over his as you tease him. 

The problem is that you were captured by Batman, not Bruce.

Of course, from the moment he met you, he already started a file of who you were in the back of his mind. He knew everything about you but he still couldn’t quite predict your next moves. 

He’s tried “accidentially” bumping into you as Bruce but to no avail; you have absolutely no time or interest in a man who, on paper, is the complete opposite of you- Wealthy, high status, uninformed, and untouchable.

So he has to resort to meeting you as the Bat. He takes his nightly activities and his identity incredibly seriously, so he doesn’t allow himself to get as close to you as he wants to.

If none of that mattered, he would have taken you the first time you kissed him on that rooftop. The tantalizing look in your eye, the way your smaller hands brushed against his chest plate, your dizzyingly sweet voice.

God he wanted you.

But he couldn’t break the carefully crafted discipline he had spent years crafting. So instead he has to watch you as intently as humanly possible to capture every movement of your perfect body; every sway of your hips, every twitch of your lips, every time you touch him.

All of these moments are collected into a file on his computer. It’s really fucked but he just can’t stop. 

You had been a bit too close to him tonight; his restraint ought to be studied. So as soon as he gets home, he’s rushing to the batcave, locking the door, opening his viewing system, and placing his contact on the sensor. It hadn’t even been an hour since he left, but he was too impatient. 

He’s guiding himself out of his pants before he can even register what he’s about to do. Bringing his gloved hand to his mouth, he rips it off with his teeth and discards the glove somewhere behind him. His breath comes out ragged as he grabs himself tightly, pumping slowly. The night’s pent up discipline, beading at his puffy tip; his other hand rewinding to the part he wants to watch the most. 

Your breathy gasps right after some of Oz’s men shot at the two of you; your chest heaved and your glossed lips were slightly parted as you gripped your whip. 

The lens focused in on you but then briefly moved to look at his hands fiddling with a grappling hook. 

“Fuck- What are you dong?” you asked; the screen turned back to see your pretty face laced with concern and a tinge of annoyance. 

“Getting you out of here” his own voice spoke, low and raspy. 

You scoffed, lips twitching into a smirk as you rolled your eyes, “Really, Vengeance? I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself”. 

“Wait!” he yelled before you ran from behind the barricade you were both hiding behind. 

Bruce closes his eyes and strokes himself harder as he remembers how you disarmed three men with just your whip alone. He wishes he could have gotten that on his lens, but he was busy fighting too. 

He narrows his eyes as he speeds up the footage in search of what he really wanted to see. After the fight, he took you up to the Bat Signal, using a less conventional way to the top than normal.

Yea sure, the elevator worked but what was the thrill in that? He leans back in his chair as he lets the scene play in front of him. 

“You got to be joking, Batboy” you said as you crossed your arms, your cleavage pushing up as you did so. In the midst of fighting, your suit’s zipper must have gotten broken because now you were stuck with a rather provocative neck line. So cliche.

Your eyes narrowed but the frame drifted towards your tits; hopefully you didn’t notice (you definitely did).

“ ‘Fraid not.”

You huffed out an annoyed sigh as he shot his unnecessarily long grappling hook towards the signal’s base. “You coming?” he asked with a lethal side eye. 

“Yea, yea, I’m coming” (if only).

You waltzed up to him, eyes not leaving his as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, a contempt noise left your mouth once he had a strong arm wrapped around your waist. He tugged the two of you up with his free hand and you squeezed him tighter as your feet started to get further and further from the ground. 

The screen was trained on your body pushed up against him as you gazed into his blue eyes. It took an eternity to get to the top but neither of you seemed to mind. Once you reached the top he helped you down and followed suit quickly after. 

“Vengeance” your sweet voice called out as he turned towards you.

You were only inches away from his face as you dragged your long nails down the sides of his face, his neck, and against his sides, before tugging on his utility belt, pulling him flush against you. 

Bruce pants as he feels his arousal shooting down his spine- straight to his pulsing dick. Even though he's just watching the memory, he can still feel your hands on his body. He fights to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss anything. 

“You keep getting more and more interesting, don't you?” you said, lips curling into a smirk as you nuzzled his cheek with your nose. 

He can hear his own breath hitch on through the recording and releases a strangled moan as he watches you trail your lips down the cowl to his neck. His cock is red and throbbing in his hand, begging for release… but not yet. 

You pulled him in for a passion fueled kiss, tongues battling for dominance, before raking your nails down his armour once more, as you crouched down. Soon your face was pressed up against his rapidly hardening length; your eyes don’t leave his entranced gaze as you cautiously inch your hand closer and closer to his erection, just waiting for him to swat your hand away…

He never does.  

Your beautiful eyes flickered down to what was in front of you as you ghosted a hand over him. Fuck-

He released a breath through his nose, only fueling your ego. 

“So... Vengeance is a man under there after all” you said with a devilish grin, before nuzzling your face against his fully erect cock. He groaned as you stood back up and captured him in another kiss.

“No more a man than you are a woman” he said, making you moan as he swiped a gloved finger over your clothed clit. The noise you make is practically pornographic, your face twisting beautifully into-

Bruce releases a hoarse moan as he spills himself all over his suit, the shocks of his orgasm wracking his body as reaches to rewind the footage again.

“No more a man than you are a woman” his recorded voice repeats as he squeezes out the last bit of cum with a shaky hand. 

Bruce doesn’t usually have time or really interest in relieving himself, but there's just something about you that he can’t resist. 

Your eyelids fluttered as you chuckled lowly, “You’re right about that one Bats”. Once again you kissed him but this time, you pushed him aside as you walked towards the elevator. 

He watched, slightly confused as you rested your hand on the wall, before looking back at him over your shoulder with a smirk. “Looks like you like taking the long way around” you say as you press the button to call the lift- of course you knew it worked- “so do I”.

You stepped into the lift, turned to face him, zipped up your suit, and blew him a kiss with a wink as you descended.

So there he was, out maneuvered with a raging hard on, desperately wanting more. 

He relaxes in his chair as he comes down, no longer paying attention to the footage. Damn, he’s got to clean up his suit before Alfred comes down to ask about the patrol. Maybe next time he’ll convince you to take a short cut.

a/n: I hope that all made sense with teh parallel scenes taking place ughh im so bad at writing word tenses lolll. Anyway, battinson totally would do this and u cant convince me otherwise.

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Bruce Wayne/Batman Masterlist

💫= NSFW

✨= finished

~~Series~~

Knowing Me, Knowing You // Bruce Wayne x Surgeon!Reader

~~One Shots~

The Long Way Around // Battinson! Batman x Catwoman!Reader 💫

Fear and Love // Bale!Batman x Wife!Reader

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Knowing Me, Knowing You

Bruce Wayne/Batman x Surgeon!Reader

Chapter 2: Shadows in the Night

Series Masterlist

A/N: not much to say for this one, but it’s prob the last “world building type chapter, you’ll get the picture by next chapter prob- I hope u enjoy!

There’s a reason to be afraid of the dark, especially in Gotham city

CW: Cannon-Typical violence, attempted assult, gun?, Batman b movin', minor character injury

Wc: 2.5k

It's no surprise that it’s raining again, you take a moment to listen to the ‘pitter-patter’ of the heavy rainfall as you lean back in your office chair. The room smells like coffee; you’re waiting until Olivia comes back to tell you Bruce Wayne has arrived. 

You glance at the clock on the wall; 8:37. Of course he’s not here yet. Bruce Wayne had a thing about arriving fashionably late, but it was one of the most frustrating things about treating him. 

It was standard practice to arrive at the hospital before your operation around two hours early to have time to have a final consultation, prep, and have a final screening. But in all 7 years of knowing him, he was always late. 

At least you don’t have to go in depth with explaining protocol since he was a fucking pro at having surgeries. 

You sigh and scroll through your phone aimlessly, checking what new ravings have captured the city. 

“Batman: Hero or Criminal?”, “Is the Masked Vigilante Actually Helping Our City?”, “Crime Alley Clean-Up: The Bat’s Most Recent Round-Up”.

God, everyone was obsessed. 

You never gave the Bat much thought, he wasn’t particularly a prevalent figure in your circles, though since he had begun his work, you noticed an overall decrease in patients coming into Gotham General. But then again, some of the cases you did see were more severe, so who can really say if it’s an improvement?

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Liv enters your office with a smile, she’s done more make up than usual today, “He’s here! In pre-op room 2”. 

“Ugh about time, let’s go” you sigh as you shove your coat on over your operation scrubs.

Soon you’re entering the pre-op room with a forced smile, but he first person you see isn’t Bruce. Instead it’s a younger boy with jet black hair, Dick Grayson. 

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You met Bruce’s son around the same time you met him, Dick was only about 12 then and hadn’t been officially adopted by Bruce.

In a funny exchange, you remember Dick slipping off to grab a chocolate muffin from the hospital’s cafe while Bruce was resting; Bruce woke up panicked when the boy wasn’t anywhere to be seen, just you, checking his vitals again. 

“Your son went to go get a muffin”, you offered.

Bruce blinked up at you with a blank stare, as if he were calculating what you had just said. 

“Your son? About this tall-”

“No, yea I know you’re talking about Dick, but I- well he’s not my son, he’s my ward.”

“That’s nice…” you said, wondering why he felt the need to clarify that. 

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Since then, Grayson had been adopted by Bruce and from what you could tell, Bruce seemed like a mentor before he was a father. But hey, it worked.

You hadn’t seen Dick since he was around 14, he looked to be around 18 now and boy, had he grown. 

“Oh my gosh, is that little Dickie?” you say with a genuine smile. 

He laughs a little, blushing at the floor before answering, “Yes mam”. 

“Well you have certainly grown” you say, “maybe you’ll be able to keep your father out of trouble now”. 

“Oh, I’m not sure if I can promise you that, but I definitely will try”.

You give him a friendly wink before turning to Bruce, about to scold him for being late but your frustration leaves your body when you see him. 

He’s lying on the bed, a dressing gown exposing a bit of his left collarbone where it looks like a fresh bruise is forming. He looks exhausted, maybe he had pre-op jitters and couldn’t fall asleep… unlikely, but not impossible. 

Bruce looks at you- also expecting to be scolded- but your face softens and he can’t help but slightly narrow his eyes. 

“How are you feeling Mr. Wayne?” 

“Fine. Ready to get this over with” he responds shortly. 

You nod and offer a smile, “well hopefully it’ll be a quick operation and we’ll have you out of here by the end of the weekend”. 

He nods; Bruce had never been much of a morning person, but he was being uncharacteristically quiet today.

“I’m going to notify the staff that you’re ready for the operation and we’ll be back in to get you shortly, Do you have any questions for me beforehand?”.

He shakes his head, “No” and you promptly exit the room. 

Liv is waiting right on the other side of the door with her clipboard in her hand and a smile on her face, “Did you see how his hair was wet from the rain, he looked so good” she asks as you head down the hall. 

“You’re crazy” you laugh with her before sending a message over to the staff in the operating room. 

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Bruce was laid out on the operating table and his leg was being prepped, the anesthesiologist was about to place the mask over his face but he called out to you first. 

“Is something wrong Mr. Wayne?” you ask worriedly, pulling your gloves on. 

For the first time this morning he seemed to be smiling, “No, just wanted to tell you not to mess it up”.

You arch a brow at his sudden humor, “Have I ever done you wrong?” you retort with a small smirk of your own. 

“Never.” 

You huff out a laugh, “I’ll see you when you wake up, Mr.Wayne”.

His blue eyes watch you intently as you discuss some last minute details with your staff before the effects of anesthesia wash over him. 

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Your prediction was right and Bruce was discharged early Sunday morning. Minus the surgery and the surface level injuries, Bruce was in pretty peak physical condition. 

You looked over his bandaged knee once more before confirming he was good to go home. 

Dick held the handles of the standard Gotham General wheelchair as you told Bruce one more thing, “In the nicest way possible, other than the post-op check up, I don’t want to see you back here for a very long time”.

Bruce nods with a smile, “I’m hurt that you don’t want to see me, but I’d have to agree”.

Both you and Dick roll your eyes as you bid them adieu. Hopefully that would actually be the case this time.

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Luckily for you, he headed your advice because you hadn’t seen him in almost a year, well, other than seeing his face all over the tabloids.

Just as always, a few days after he was sent home, you received a fancy box of chocolates from Germany. One little thing was different this time though, along with the chocolates was a small note;

“In case you regret not giving me your number ;)” along with his own phone number. 

You’d have to be lying if you said that didn’t make your knees weak, but you couldn’t do anything with that… he was your goddamn patient.

And what if it was all just a joke? You were not about to get embarrassed by the most infamous womanizer in all of Gotham. 

But you did slide it into your wallet… for safe keeping, of course. 

The months passed and you toyed with the idea of calling him, especially when you had been drinking or on a lonely night, but you ultimately never did. 

Last night there was a pretty large shoot out around Crime Alley so you had been pulled down to the ER to assist. Being awake for almost 48 hours straight was definitely taking a toll and right now you were just looking forward to hitting your head against your pillow. 

It was around 2 AM and the parking garage of the hospital was almost completely empty. Your car was in one of the middle lots, so once you exited the elevator you had to walk down to the center ramp. 

The lights were old, dim and flickering; you get the urge to hold your bag a bit closer to your chest. Something is definitely wrong.

Before you can pick up your pace the cool barrel, of what you can only assume is a pistol, is pressed to your head. Fuck. 

You attempt to turn your head but the man only pushes the barrel harder against you, “Pretty little thing like you out here all alone?” he chuckles lowly as he steers you towards the closest car’s hood, bending you over. 

You’re so delirious that you just don’t even know what to do, what to say, or how to defend yourself. 

“W-What do you want?” 

You feel the man press against you, placing a rough hand on the back of your neck, pressing your face harder against the hood of the car. 

“Well gorgeous, there’s a few things I’d like” he circles the gun’s barrel against you.

“I hear Bruce Wayne’s one of your patients, I’ve got some friends who’d love to get information on that billionaire son of a bitch”.

You attempt to push yourself up a little because his hand on your neck is making it hard to breathe. 

“Ah ah sweetheart” he squeezes his hand making you gasp. 

Your hands shake by your sides as you start to cry. There was absolutely no one around and you were completely disarmed. 

“And two, I personally find you rather enticing” the man’s hot breath warms your cheek as he gets closer to your face. 

“HELP! SOMEBODY HEL-” you scream before he covers your mouth with his large hand.

“No one’s around to help you babe, just be quiet and we can be done quick”. 

Without thinking you chomp down on his hand making him scream and promptly hit you in the head with the base of his gun. Your vision blurs and you slide down the hood of the car as your body crumples.

You hit the ground with a thud as your vision slowly begins to return, the whole garage is spinning and you can see the man holding his hand close to his chest as he spits profanities. 

“You fucking bitch! I was gonna be gentle with ya but now-”

“Now what?” a low rough voice rang. 

Once your vision levels out, you can make out a dark figure standing in the shadowed part of the garage. You hold your head and wince as you pull yourself into a sitting position. 

“Who the fuck are you?” the man spits venomously. 

Without even registering what is happening, the man from the shadows charges at your assaulter, landing a powerful blow making him drop the pistol. 

Your breath catches in your throat as the shitty fluorescent lights illuminate the figure…it was him.

It was the Batman. 

“I’m vengeance.” the Bat declares, voice harsh and low; his statement sounding more like a promise. 

You manage to pull yourself to your feet as the two men fight, the throbbing in your head growing more intense by the moment. The man was running out of stamina and his nose had been badly broken.

In desperation, he scrambles for the gun that was just pointed at the base of your skull and fires a shot at the Bat. 

The bullet grazes Batman’s left arm making him wince as the criminal makes a run for it. Batman begins charging for the armed man once more, until he catches a glimpse of you, wide eyed and shaking. 

The criminal shoots a few more blind shots in the direction of the Bat until he’s far enough down the garage that you can both tell he wouldn't be coming back. 

You scurry away from the cloaked man until your back hits the cement divider as he slowly makes his way towards you. His striking gaze slowly rakes over your figure as his jaw clenches. 

“Are you injured?” he asks, his voice quieter and softer than before. 

Maybe it was delirium or adrenaline, but you only laugh at his question, that was usually your line.

His eyes narrow at your response but soften again once your laughter becomes sobs. 

Cautiously, he approaches you as you slowly slide yourself down the wall with your head in your hands. You only shiver a little when you feel one of his gloved hands gently rub your arm; who knew the Bat was so caring?

You look up, only to see him already staring at you, his face still as stoic as ever, but there was something you couldn’t place about that look in his eye. 

Something between a sigh and a ‘thank you’ escapes you before he has both of his gloved hands on either side of your flushed face, examining you for injuries. 

Without thinking you place your hands over his and lean into his chest plate as you cry. 

The adrenaline was wearing off and exhaustion was taking over, your hands falling to your sides as you feel yourself beginning to slip. The last thing you register are Batman’s strong arms enveloping you before you pass out. 

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When you come to, you’re lying on your couch and the Bat is bending down to place a glass of water and ibuprofen on the coffee table in front of you. It was a little odd seeing him holding such ordinary objects in the full black armored suit, but you were thankful none the less. 

How did he know where to go? Did he do this for every person he saved?

You stir and he freezes, eyes darting to your disoriented face. 

“You’re awake” he says very matter of factly.

“Yea, how long was I out?” you ask with a groan. 

“Not long.” is all he says before standing to his full height. 

“Fuck, I hope I don’t have a concussion” you mutter as you rub you head before meeting his gaze. 

“Thank you”.

He nodded slowly before speaking, “What did he want with Bruce Wayne’s medical files?”.

“What?” 

“He asked you for the files”.

You try to remember if the man had any specific reasons, “He just said he had some powerful friends who’d be interested in them- I don’t know who or what he actually meant". 

Batman looks as if he were mulling something over before announcing that he should go. 

“Wait! Your arm, you were shot- I’m a surgeon, I can look at it for you” you offer, remembering the gun going off.

He glances down at his arm silently before looking back at you, “I was grazed, nothing serious”. 

“Bullshit, and even so it could get easily infected. You saved me so please let me do this for you”. 

He thinks for a moment, undecided before shaking his head and heading for the window leading to the fire escape, “I appreciate the offer, but I’ll be fine. Rest up.” 

His words are final as he swiftly jumps out the window, promptly disappearing into the night. 

He was just as enigmatic as you had read, but something… something about him felt oddly familiar. 

a/n: so yea… so as of rn I think I'm just gonna have Dick being the only bat kid. I know the bat fam dynamics r fun but they just dont really fit what I'm going for and I think it would stray from the plot. Also Ik it’s not perfectly comic accurate but dick is nightwing alr in this version.

Also ik bruce isn’t usually interested so quick but keep in mind that they met 7 years ago.

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Knowing Me, Knowing You

(Bruce Wayne x Surgeon!Reader)

You've known Bruce Wayne for a few years now, all be it, not very well, but well enough to feel some tention between your two. Somehow the Prince of Gotham keeps landing in your office amd every time he does you become more drawn in. Too bad he's a womanizer and always dissappearing.

💫= NSFW

Ch 1: The Prince Returns

Ch 2: Shadows in the Night

Ch 3: A Little Out of Place

Ch 4: A Night to Remember 💫

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Knowing Me, Knowing You

Bruce Wayne/Batman x Surgeon!Reader

Chapter 1: The Prince Returns

Series Masterlist

A/N: So I don't really have one single vision of Bruce in mind when writing but I see mostly somewhere between Battinson and Bale's rendition. But feel free to see him however you want- I will say that later on... I def see Battinson's take on Batman more representative of this guy, but yk, imagine whatever u want- I've been consuming so much DC content, but I feel like I still have a better grasp on the StarWars universe, so I hope you still enjoy the new territory haha

You've known Bruce Wayne for a few years now, all be it, not very well, but well enough to feel some tention between your two. Somehow the Prince of Gotham keeps landing in your office amd every time he does you become more drawn in. Too bad he's a womanizer and always dissappearing.

CW: EXPOSITIONNNN ugh, mention of surgeries

Wc: 2.8k

Gotham is cold and rainy today, nothing new. You begin closing your umbrella when you reach the pavilion covering the entrance to Gotham General Hospital- lightly shaking it before grabbing one of the plastic umbrella bags by the door.

You keep a neutral face until you reach the reception desk where you flash a smile at one of your coworkers before calling the next elevator. 

Luckily, you secure an empty cabin and sigh as you settle in for the decently long ride up to your office. It was only Wednesday but the week had already felt like an eternity. There had been a major explosion on the upper east side (extreme enough to involve the Bat, himself) earlier in the week which brought in a flood of patients- so much so that you were called into the ER for back up after you were finished with your last operation of the day.

All things considered, today should be relatively tame; it was a consultation day which meant your time would just be occupied meeting with patients to check up and get their surgeries scheduled. 

You had been in the health care field as long as you could remember and had tried your hand in many departments. You graduated high school two years early at the top of your class, continued to undergrad, and swiftly began medical school, quickly gaining a reputation as you did so. 

During your time as a college student you interned with Gotham General and even earned your EMT license. Back then you wanted to try everything you could because you wanted to be able to help anyone in any circumstance, however unrealistic that might have been.

Things changed after you worked a summer in the ER, for whatever reason that time seemed to align with one of the Joker’s worst crime sprees to date. Everyday you were met with suffering and patients you weren’t able to save. You realized that no matter how much passion you had, you couldn’t just will someone to stay alive and as much as that work mattered, you wanted to do something that would have more permanent effects. 

You moved to general surgery with a specialization in orthopedics where you would at least be able to improve some lives and not have to worry about the patients coming in already half dead and begging for the end. It just wasn’t a field you could personally continue in. 

The elevator dings as you reach your floor; adjusting your posture, you walk down the familiar hall. You were about to turn a corner into your office as your assistant, Olivia, stopped you, barely containing a wide smile. 

“Good Morning Liv” you say, a smile of your own creeping onto your face, “you seem awfully happy about something”. 

You take your keys-  an assortment of random keychains and expired coupon cards- and unlock your office as the younger woman follows in closely behind you, gripping onto the manilla patient folder in her hands. 

“Good morning and maybe just a little… Oh! And here’s your first consultation for today, he’s already in room 5” she hurriedly says with a small giggle before handing you the file. 

You arch your brow curiously at her blushing face before opening the (rather thick) file.

‘Bruce Thomas Wayne’

Aha. 

You look up from the folder with a knowing smirk as Liv giggled more, “Now I see what you’re all excited about”. 

Liv had the biggest crush on Gotham’s own, Bruce Wayne; once she started working under you and realized he was one of your patient’s, she about had an aneurysm on your office floor. 

“Okok! Ugh I know he’s a flirt with everyone, but c’monnnn, you can’t tell me you don’t get a little excited when he comes in?”. 

Smiling, you shake your head and sigh; unfortunately you did get a few stray butterflies when you read his name. 

“The only reason I get excited to see Bruce Wayne is because I know I’ll be snacking on fancy chocolates for a week after his appointment”. 

You had met Bruce Wayne for the first time years ago when you were still in residency and was pulled to run a nurse shift one month. Ever since then you have run into the famed “Prince of Gotham” a handful of times when he’s had minor surgeries. You had learned that he was quite the fighter and had a particular interest in mixed martial arts, though he had some very odd injuries for that type of sport. 

After the second surgery you performed on the man, he began sending delicious chocolates from all over the world to your office after the operations. He had never been in your office of course, but you had the intricate boxes displayed on the tops of your cabinets; London, Paris, Istanbul, Tokyo, Brussels, etc. Though, you hadn’t seen him in quite some time. 

“I just don’t get you, if Bruce Wayne got me chocolates I think I’d die on the spot!”

“It’s just a thank you for not screwing up his body even more” you joke. 

Liv shook her head before bouncing out of your office to (unnecessarily) inform him you would be with him shortly.

You’d be lying if you said he didn’t make you blush too, how could he not? He has the mystery but also the charm; a perfect gentleman, a generous philanthropist, a flirt, and insanely handsome. 

But he’s your patient- also there’s always news of some new supermodel or actress clinging onto his arm at galas or charity events.

‘No use in fantasizing’ you think to yourself as you open his new file report. 

Having trouble with the left knee, below average articular cartilage reserves, slight swelling. 

You sigh as you close the folder, this man just can’t keep himself out of trouble. 

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(~7 years ago)

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you checked the chart of the next room you have to go into. was your first day assigned to this particular floor and you were already not very fond of the work; the whole checking vitals and constantly having good bedside manner and all was never your thing. 

Bruce Wayne

Holy shit, the billionaire playboy himself; how the hell did no one tell you he was up here? 

Your eye twitched as you read over the name once more as nerves began to pool in your stomach. You could care less about the Wayne’s, the tragedies had been plastered all over Gotham since you were a child and other than crime, Bruce’s lavish lifestyle was all the news ever talked about.

Though, as much as you were tired of the constant articles and tabloids about Gotham’s Prince, you had never met a celebrity before. As much as you hated to admit it, there was no doubt that Bruce Wayne was one fine motherfucker. 

No, you were nervous about offending him or messing up; he had the money, power, and influence to get you fired if he didn’t particularly like how you acted. It didn’t happen often, but you knew the stories of Mr. Wayne firing people, seemingly on whims, in his company or even at restaurants he had purchased. 

Broken ribs, punctured left lung, mild lacerations on back

The patient is stubborn, but generally cooperates- though not happily.

The comment on his chart made you laugh a little. You shrugged off some of the anxiety when you took a minute to actually weigh the likelihood of that happening, though it wasn’t completely gone.

The room’s temperature was kept low and you shivered as you enter the dim space; the curtains drawn and television off. Once your eyes adjust, you see him; his eyes are shut, breathing a bit ragged, and his face is slightly twisted into a scowl.

The bed was tilted up, somewhere between lying down and a sitting position, the blankets ended right above his hips and his exposed torso was wrapped in bandages. Bruce’s chest was massive and you couldn't help but look at it in awe. Soon your eyes trailed back to his face only to see a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at you. 

A warm blush crept up your neck as you blink away for a moment before addressing him, “Hello, Mr. Wayne, I hope you’re feeling well. I’m here to check your vitals and check your pain levels”.

The muscles in his jaw clench before he nods. You make your way closer to his bedside, all the way, his sharp gaze following you. Once you’re closer the scars on his skin become all the more noticeable, it looks like a battlefield. 

“They look worse than they are”.

You meet his eyes again, he spoke in such a way that made you feel as if he were examining your every move. 

Ignoring his statement you kindly ask for his arm to get his blood pressure; he obliges but as he attempts to raise it, he winces in pain, letting it fall to the bed. 

“I can get it for you, if that would be easier” you offered, feeling bad for the guy. 

He said nothing as he attempted to raise it once again, slower, more careful. His arm trembled as you wrapped the cuff around his large bicep, before gently placing his arm back by his side. 

The rest of the check up was mostly silent, save for a few grunts or groans from the man. You noticed his right fist clenching tighter and tighter every time he was pained. 

“Alright Mr. Wayne, before I leave, I just want to ask about your pain levels; on a scale from 1-10 what would you rate your pain?” you asked, standing near the foot of the bed. 

“Four.” he says shortly, his jaw fixed and tight.

Your eyes travel down from his face to his right hand, its back in a fist and shaking. Of course he’s lying; most of the staff were too nervous to challenge or call him out and to be honest you were still weary of acting out of line too, but it was so painfully obvious that he was in pain. 

With a sigh, you placed a manicured hand on the end of the bed, “You know, you don’t have to be tough with me Mr. Wayne. You’ll exhaust your body even more and delay your recovery if you’re unnecessarily straining”

His eyes narrowed as you walked towards the rod holding the morphine bag connected to his IV. 

“I’m fine.” 

“It will make you feel better and then maybe you won't give yourself a tension headache… because based on the way your jaw is clenched, one’s not too far away”.

You watched with soft eyes as his, much more skeptical ones bore into yours as he calculated something in his head. Suddenly he drops his eyelids and turns his head to face the ceiling. 

“Mr. Wayne?” you asked quietly.

“Go ahead.”

No time is wasted between his command and your action, soon the dosage is coursing through his veins and he immediately relaxes with a sigh. 

“Better?” 

His blue eyes are already closed as he gives an exhausted nod.

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You give three quick knocks to the door before turning the knob and entering the exam room where you immediately make eye contact with the impossibly handsome man. Your breath slightly catches in your throat under the intense gaze of his bright blue eyes (some things never change). A small smile maneuvers itself onto his face.

Quickly, your eyes flicker down to the polished black cane he is holding between his strong hands, the handle has a fancily embellished silver handle. 

“Good Morning Mr. Wayne, I see you didn’t take my advice for too long” you say as you pull over a stool to sit on. 

His eyes look up to the right as he recalls your last words to him.

“As much as I appreciate the chocolates, I really don’t like having to fix you up just to get them. Now, why can’t you just take it easy and stay out of trouble”.

He huffs out a small laugh as the corners of his mouth point in a downturned smirk, as if he got caught doing something he shouldn’t have. 

“Well you know Doc, what if I just wanted an excuse to see you again?”

There it was. That stupid playboy attitude. 

“Well I would say that’s a faulty claim, because your new little accessory tells me that you have an issue you need fixed” you say back to him notioning to his cane. 

His smile fades just as quickly as it appeared and he adjusts himself on the exam table, “Yea, I guess so, it is pretty bothersome”.

You click your pen and ask him some general questions before asking him to walk the perimeter of the room to observe his gait. 

As soon as his polished shoes hit the ground you can see him slightly wince and grip the handle of his cane. Bad sign. 

He slowly begins to walk as if he needed time to warm up; once he sets a pace you can see he’s heavily favoring his left leg and leaning most of his weight on his cane. His lips are  pressed into a straight line and his brow is furrowed as you watch him intently. Yea, bad sign. 

You see, Bruce Wayne had an incredibly high pain tolerance, so if he was struggling this much, you knew it was pretty severe. And no matter what he said, after years of treating him on and off, you could see his tells quite clearly. 

You begin jotting down some notes of your clipboard before humming, “you can sit back down now”. 

He complies and takes a seat, but you don’t miss the sigh of relief he lets out as he does. 

“Alright, now would you roll your pant leg up for me?” you say as you bring your stool closer to his legs. 

Surprisingly he does so without making a quip and you soon see how bad it is. His kneecap is badly swollen and red, you frown at the sight before asking permission to touch. He nods and you gently place your hands on both sides of his knee and slowly begin to massage around the area to feel for any indents. 

Bruce’s jaw tightens and his eyes clench shut for a brief second as you find the side lacking the cartilage. You gently apply pressure on his knee cap and he sucks in a sharp breath before saying, “You having fun down there?” with a pained half-laugh, half-exhale. 

You sit back and grab his file once more, “Not particularly. Well Mr. Wayne you are definitely going to need surgery if you want that to get better”.

He sighs as he swipes away the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, “I figured as much”.

“I’m going to schedule you for an osteochondral autograft, basically I’m just going to take some of your healthy cartilage and transplant it into the damaged area. Shouldn’t be anything too crazy”.

You watch him closely as he seems to be pondering something before nodding, “I need this done as soon as possible, do you have time later this week?”.

Of course he wants to streamline this, the sooner he’s healed, the sooner he can go back to his eccentric and active lifestyle. Luckily for him, you did have a pretty open day on Friday and wouldn’t be opposed to squeezing a few more operating hours in. 

“I’ve got a slot open on Friday around 9:30 am, does that work with you?”.

“Perfect, I’ll have my people get in contact with your people” he says out of habit.

“Well by my people you mean either me or my assistant, Olivia”.

“Who?”

You tilt your head and give him a dissatisfied look before he feigns an epiphany. 

“Ohh yes, shorter girl, sandy blonde hair, has a massive thing for me?”. 

You roll your eyes, “yea, that one”.

He flashes you that billionaire smile and confirms that he’ll be in.

“I’ll go get your pre-op instructions, just sit tight”.

You return and hand him the papers, his larger hands brushing yours as you pass them. As normal, he listens as you explain some rules for him to follow and what to expect in regards to recovery after the operation. 

“Well if you don’t have any more questions, then you’re free to go Mr. Wayne”

He slides off the exam table and rises to his full height, making your heart rate increase; he was so close to you. He took a moment to adjust his tie before looking down at you, “The only question I would have would be for your number, but you never give it to me. So, no further questions, Doctor” he smirked at you. 

You scoff with a small smile and turn to head out of the room, “as charming as ever Mr. Wayne, but you’re correct about that”. 

Once you reach the handle, you turn briefly and unconsciously give his tall figure a once over; peering through your lashes you wish him a good day and promptly leave. 

Behind the door, he huffs out a laugh as he leans on his cane; you were disciplined, he’d give you that. 

a/n: There will be more going on in the other chapters but I wanted to establish a basis of whats going on lol- also im noticing I do a lot of medical themed stories, guess I’m projecting my major haha but this one will be less hospital heavy as the other series I have w Anakin

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Yall.... I'm sorry AGAIN for being AWOL lmfaooo- doing some medical research for my final thesis and have been BUSY AF ...

I do want to finish Allow me but lowk ive been OBSESSED with Batman rn and wanna write for brucie... would u guys be interested in that too?

[weixuldo]

Routine Inspection

Vader x Inspector!Reader

a/n: this is literally 3000 words of pwnp, but basically vader is touch starved and is a little more submissive when it comes to this kind of stuff.

Everything needs a little inspection every once and a while, even the all mighty Darth Vader

Cw : cursing, handjob, oral (M receiving), sex (p in v), overstim?

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You entered the familiar ship with your holopad in hand as you walked towards the meeting room. Two stormtroopers quietly took their places on either side of you as you waited for the doors to open, after a few moments you were finally allowed entrance. 

Before you was a small squad of troopers and a few officers rigidly planted next to the most powerful man in the galaxy; the Emperor. 

You walked towards the cloaked man before bowing.

“I’m glad to see you’ve arrived safely- Some damage had been dealt to the vessel since last time you came, so be thorough with your inspection. Follow me” the man grumbled out in his grading voice before heading towards the exit on the other side of the room. 

You followed closely as he spoke. 

“I have to attend some other business so I must leave, but my apprentice will be here so you may report to him once your job is complete” he explained before opening another door. 

His apprentice… Darth Vader- Possibly even more feared than the emperor himself- the man who was considered more machine than anything-

…just the man you had been waiting to see. 

Darth Vader’s imposing stature slowly turned to meet the gaze of you and his Master.

“I must leave but this is the inspector here to look over the ship- I told them you would have further instructions once I leave” the Emperor said waving the two of you off.

A small smile settled onto your face as the tinted lenses of the tyrant turned towards you. 

“Inspector” his modulated voice rang making your stomach flip. 

“Lord Vader” you responded with a lilt of playfulness that only he could pick up on. 

Soon after the Emperor took his leave and Vader walked you down to the bottom of the ship. 

“I heard your vessel received significant damages” 

“That is correct,” Vader’s emotionless voice stated. 

You clicked your tongue, “Can’t keep yourself out of trouble for one month, huh?” you teased. 

If anyone else dared to speak to Lord Vader in such a way they would be killed on the spot by the Sith… but you were a different story. 

“Possibly, or perhaps I wanted a reason for you to board my ship again” he said, slightly turning towards you. 

Your heart rate sped up once you realized he had placed a gloved hand on the small of you back. Soon you reached the bottom deck and stopped to turn towards the suited man. 

“There is such a thing as “monthly routine inspections”, no need to damage your ship to see me again” you smirked as you removed his hand and began walking down the dimly lit corridor. 

Vader clenched his jaw as he observed how perfectly your uniform fit your body, the fabric tightening with every sway of your hips. He would damage his ship himself if it meant to see you on a regular basis. 

“Do not forget to report to me once you have concluded your duties” his loud voice echoed off of the metal walls. 

With a small smirk to yourself you answered back “As you wish, My Lord”.

Vader felt a familiar feeling pooling in his stomach but chose to ignore it- what happened all those months ago was just a one time thing anyways. 

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Most of the problems with the ship seemed to be fried breakers or issues with the temporary wiring that was installed after the attacks, though there was the occasional outdated part. Honestly nothing surprising but it was understandable that the Emperor wanted it checked out. 

The inspection took you an hour or two and once you were finished you headed to Vader’s chambers where you knew he would be. 

You had time to mull over and over analyze your interactions with the Sith today to determine whether or not he would appreciate your boldness and you came to the verdict of  “yes”. 

Soon the doors to his chambers opened for you to enter; Vader sat with his back towards you as he looked out the window into empty space. He gripped the arms of the chair and slowly rose to his feet. 

“You have finished your duties, Inspector?” he said once he was face to face with you. 

Something in the back of your mind decided that it was time to let your hair down a bit. 

“Well I have finished my duties in regards to the ship, but I think there are a few more things that need inspection” you smiled with a sultry tone. 

Vader breathed out a shaky breath- he didn’t want to admit it to himself but he had been hoping that you would initiate something like the other time… 

“Is that so? What else requires your skills?” His deep mechanical voice wavered slightly. 

Taking two steps closer to the tall man, you placed gentle yet firm hands on his chest on either side of his control panel. He sharply inhaled a breath as you drug your hands down his body until they rested on his thighs, fingers toying with the edges of his codpiece. 

“I’d say your hardware may require a small inspection, it seems that it began short circuiting ever since I arrived” you declared through half lidded lashes. 

“I cannot carry out my duties if there is a problem, so I believe we should inspect that” He said back in a hushed tone.

You smiled at his formal way of flirting; maybe it wasn’t the smoothest but what about him was? At the very least you found his formalities endearing; it made you feel that he saw you on a similar level to himself (maybe even a bit more). 

“We must remove this if we are to begin the inspection” you said lightly tapping his codpiece. 

“So how about I take it off for you, hmm?”

His helmet moved slowly as he nodded and balled his gloved fists. It wasn’t often that Vader was graced with someone offering him such a pleasurable experience… especially once they knew what he looked like under the suit. 

Before he could draw himself out of his thoughts, you had already disassembled the bottom half of his suit so that his dark leather pants were settled on top of his tall boots, around his mechanical knees. You knelt in front of the Sith with an all knowing smile- you were going to take good care of your Lord. 

He sucked in a harsh breath as the cool air blew past his exposed thighs- it wasn’t often that Vader felt shifts in temperature so moments like this were all the more memorable for the Sith. 

He hissed as your warm palms slowly ran up his scarred thighs until they reached the top band of his underwear. The coil in his stomach tightened with every movement you made; He swore that he wouldn’t last if he really observed your methodical moves- you were already so pretty, but when you were on your knees for him like this- you might just be the most alluring being in the entire galaxy. 

“I think I have to remove these too” you said in a low lustful tone as you looked up at the sith through your long lashes. 

His modulator picked up on some of the groans and gasps that escaped him as you pulled down his briefs, freeing his thick, heavy member from its confines. It slapped against his stomach with a mouth-watering “plap”. 

Teasingly slow, you inched your hand up his scarred, tense thigh, until it encompassed the base of his shaft. 

Vader may have been still but his respirator gave away his desire; the poor machine worked overtime to keep in pace with his quickened breathing and heart rate. 

He just couldn’t resist you. 

“This seems to be the root of your issues, My Lord” you feigned concern as you slowly pumped his pulsing length slowly. 

He shuddered under your grasp as he mentally begged for the strength not thrust himself into your fist like a bitch in heat. 

“Would you agree?” you asked in a lustful tone as Vader bit back a moan. 

His helmet moved slightly as he slowly nodded; you grinned and pressed a kiss to his inner thigh. 

“Well… I better take care of it for you then- gotta have you at your best efficiency ”. 

His eye twitched at your dangerous tone- you knew you were the one in control here and honestly…

it turned him on. 

“Indeed we do”

Without another word, you swallowed him down in a swift motion. Vader’s noises encouraged you to struggle further until your nose met his scarred lower abdomen; you choked back a sob as the twitching of his cock hit your uvula. 

Once you caught your bearings, you began to bob your head up and down on his thick shaft.

The sith clenched his fists as you masterfully worked him up; how did you know just what to do to make him feral? 

With an absent hand, you reached for his heavy balls and began fondling them with care, causing the man to jolt his hips forward once again. 

“Maker-” he groaned as he threw his helmeted head back in pure bliss. 

Soon you sat back up and resumed pumping him with your hand as you ran your other down his stomach. He could feel your nicely manicured nails scraping along his scarred abdomen (even through the fabric of his suit).

You finally ended up resting your hand on his exposed hip and squeezed; the pressure felt good- Vader didn’t want this to ever end. 

Though, the sith did worry about how much longer he would be able to last; it was already taking so much concentration to hold himself back. 

His wavering restraint was made quite obvious to you when he reached out a gloved hand and caressed your flushed face- the “inspection” facade was finished- he needed you…now. 

Without another word you stood up and unfastened your trousers and allowed the slacks to pool at your ankles, revealing your lacy underwear. Vader sucked in a breath- what a naughty girl, wearing these mouth watering panties on the clock…on his clock. 

A wave of warmth washed over the suited man, and suddenly he felt his mask becoming too tight; he wanted to see you with his own eyes. 

He reached for his helmet and began to take the outer shell off but stopped suddenly- he hadn’t shown himself to anyone willingly as Vader. What would you think? Did it even matter? It’s not like you and him were a thing- it was purely sexual…right?

You must have picked up on his hesitance, because you gripped the sides of his mask and teasingly kissed against his mouth grate while working your way into his lap. 

Obviously you didn’t care what he looked like- you knew how he made you feel and nothing could change that. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered breathlessly in his ear, “Take it off, I wanna see the pleasure on your face when I ride you”. 

Holy shit- Vader groaned as a bead of precum dribbled out his stiff member- yea, the helmet was coming off.

At this point, he would do anything you asked as long as it meant you’d stay here. 

He reached for his mask, pulled it off, and set it on the table next to the other half. His eyes squinted and he blinked, adjusting to the light before you came into his vision. Maybe you were a little blurrier than before due to the damages done to his eyes during his accident on Mustafar, but at least you were in a color other than red.

He didn’t expect your hair to be the color it was, but it suited you. He could see details on you that he never noticed before- it was like he was looking at you for the first time all over again. 

He remembered when he first met you and there was immediate attraction- he really didn’t think you’d want him again after the first time the two of you were intimate, but thankfully he was wrong. 

“Beautiful” he said with his natural raspy voice as his gloved hands ran up and down your sides. 

You gave him a small smile (shyer than usual) and placed a gentle hand on the side of his scarred face. 

Something stirred inside of you that wasn’t the usual lust for him- what was it? Was it sympathy? Or Pity?

You could have guessed that his face was as scared as the rest of what you had seen, but you weren't prepared to see every emotion on his face. 

His eyes held years of sadness and regret but yet, they still had determination and passion. He looked tired; not just physically, but mentally as well. 

As you scanned his face, you began to rub his cheek with your thumb, making the man under you lean into your touch with a gentleness you never would have associated with the mighty Lord Vader. 

Your thoughts were cut short when he ran a hand up your exposed thigh and squeezed. 

“It is terrible is it not?” he asked, a new tone littering his voice. 

You shook your head and guided him into a deep kiss. 

“No, my lord. It is not” 

His eyes flashed a light blue for a split second before fading back to yellow as he furrowed his brow in determination before pulling you impossibly closer to him. He began littering your neck with deep kisses and light bites while you gasped at the sensation. 

Your noises only encouraged him more as he rutted his painfully hard length against your clothed core. The lace of your panties created sensational friction for him, but it wasn’t enough. He quickly pulled them to the side and ran his thick head against your folds, making your body shudder in his firm grasp. 

“Tell me how much you want it” he managed slowly through kisses. 

You pulled back to look into his yellow eyes for a moment, “My Lord, I need it” you stated. 

That was it- Vader couldn’t wait any longer, he ripped your panties off of you and easily lifted you up. Soon he had your entrance lined up with his blushing tip. He lifted his hips and sunk you down on his cock; you were so tight, so warm…

You could feel his dick twitching inside of you as he allowed you to adjust to his size before you began to lift yourself up and down.

The pace was slow and deep as his hands ran up and down your back until they rested on your sides as he began setting his own pace. He lifted you up and down on himself at a brutal speed as he began to buck his hips. 

“M-Maker” you stuttered as you gripped onto his broad, armor clad shoulder for some semblance of stability as your legs began to go numb. 

Vader’s grunts and groans were becoming louder as his pace became erratic. He hooked his hands beneath your thighs and stood before you felt your back press against the cold wall as he continued to bury himself into your velvety folds. 

You felt your orgasm approaching as you clawed at his cape and squealed his name; with a particularly hard thrust, the coil in your stomach snapped and your walls spasmed around his thick length.

Stars flooded your vision as you rested your cheek on his shoulder, whimpering in overstimulation as the sith chased his own high. 

You fluttered so nicely around him and he knew he was done for; his heavy balls began to draw up as they prepared to empty themselves. With another forceful thrust, the sith felt his climax wash over him- warm, thick ropes of cum painted your insides as his whole body shook with pleasure. 

He groaned and tossed his head back as the aftershocks wracked through him; dick still twitching and sensitive inside of you. 

Without another word, you weakly picked your head up and brushed his cheek gently, attracting his attention to your fucked out state. 

You drew him into a long, deep kiss- not rushed, not desperate, but sweet…

When you finished, he slowly unsheathed himself from your warmth- both of you groaned in overstimulation. He set you back down, but kept a strong arm around you as if you were some delicate flower. 

“Well..” you said with an exhausted sigh. 

He hummed in interest. 

“I’d say that everything’s working” you sleepily smiled as you reached for your underwear. 

Vader was at a loss for words, so instead he just agreed, “So it seems”.

You were about to redress yourself when some of the sith’s cum dribbled down your leg; Vader reached to grab you something to clean it up with but before he could, you scooped it up with two fingers. Making intense eye contact with the man, you licked it off of your fingers  

Vader felt his dick pulse again and his chest tightened… what the fuck were you doing to him?

“I’ll have to come back and check on your hardware again soon” you said as you fastened your trousers and grabbed your holopad. 

“Please do,” he said. 

You smirked and turned to the door without another word (much to his disappointment)

Vader ran an entire empire and faced many powerful adversaries but nothing could make him fall to his knees faster than his favorite inspector. 

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a/n: hope u guys enjoyed :) now back to normally scheduled programing

[weixuldo]

Allow me// ch 19

Vader x Reader

a/n: hiii, ok soo I do have a plan for the rest of allow me now hehe- I'm not sure abt my upcoming posting schedule cause i'm doing alot of traveling for school... but i will keep u posted :) thanks for everything guys!

Rumors are never good.

warnings: cursing, attempted sexual assult (nothing happens), creepy admiral, anxiety?

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The soft rasp of Vader’s breathing comforted you as you nuzzled into his side; one of his metallic arms holding you close as the other rested on his chest. 

This was perfect- it was all Vader better than Vader could have ever imagined…and yet he couldn’t stop the nagging thoughts in the back of his mind. 

How was it that any time he was truly happy, there was always a threat that could take it all away? 

He was just glad that he hadn’t had any premonitions about your death as he had for others in the past- but who was to say it wasn’t coming? 

He tried to shift his attention to the now. 

You were here and that’s all that mattered. 

You lightly drew random shapes on his chest while occasionally pressing tender kisses to his side. 

“What is on your mind?” you whispered softly as you rested your hand on his chest. 

Vader’s eye twitched- he knew you were just asking as you normally did, but he felt bad about lying. 

“Nothing, my dear… nothing you need to worry about” 

You sleepily giggled before pulling yourself closer to him, “you always say that, V”. 

The man next to you dawned a sleepy smile, “yes and everytime I say it, I mean it. You need not worry, my love”. 

You dramatically sighed before placing the back of your palm to your forehead, “I mustn't worry but yet I cannot quell the anxieties brewing deep within”. 

“Now you’re just being difficult” Vader chuckled before rolling himself over so that he was above you. 

You looked at him with bright, endearing eyes before softly caressing his scarred cheek, “you love it”. 

He exhaled through his nose and leaned down for a soft kiss before rolling over onto his back; he stayed still for a moment, making you look over. 

Once he felt your gaze on his profile he turned his head towards you and smiled, “Yea… I do”. 

You felt your cheeks blush- this was so stupid… you were not supposed to be feeling like a giddy school girl with a sappy crush. You smiled back at him before cozying up to him once again as a yawn escaped you. 

“Are you tired, my dear?” Vader asked, brushing a few loose strands of your hair out of the way with his robotic digits. 

You closed your eyes and nodded before Vader felt your grip around him loosen as exhaustion took you over. He kissed your head before motioning the lights off and closing his own eyes. 

He attempted to drift off as quickly as you did, but soon his thoughts came barging back in. He couldn’t let anything happen to you; he would plan in the morning. 

He laid awake in anxious silence for a moment before sleep was finally granted to him. 

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Today was a long day, there was an influx of troopers onboard due to new assignments and position changes. Thankfully, you didn’t have to deal with any new command shifts since you reported directly to Vader. 

You began to make your way back to your room when you were stopped by some new troopers. Of course you couldn’t see their faces but some of their armor seemed a bit more scuffed than what was usually permitted around here. 

“Is this the one the others were talking about?” 

“Yea, I think so- she fits the description” 

You narrowed your eyes at their comments- they were speaking as if you weren't right in front of them. 

“Excuse me? Can I help you?” you asked rather uneasy. 

One of them stifled a laugh as the other elbowed him in the side. 

“This is who everyone is worried about?” 

What were they talking about?

“Hah, she’s nothing without Vader behind her” one of them said. 

Oh. 

“Come on, let's go. We’ve got nothing to worry about- the others made it sound like she was as intimidating as Lord Vader or something” the other scoffed. 

You furrowed your brow and were about to protest, “Hey, Wha-” 

One of the troopers puffed out his chest and jolted at you, making you unconsciously step back with a gasp. 

“That's what I thought,” he said in a low tone. 

“They weren’t wrong about her looks though- she’s pretty, especially when she’s scared.”

“No wonder Lord Vader wants her all to himself” 

“What a sell out”: you finally heard as they turned a corner down the hall. 

You froze for a moment trying to process all that they said. 

Worried about? Do the troopers think that you’re a threat? Or just because Vader is “in your corner”?

After everything, people still think you slept your way to the top.

You hadn’t heard that rumor in a while, but those troopers were obviously new around here and that rumor was still in circulation. For a brief moment you contemplated telling Vader, but that would probably only fuel the rumor. 

For now, best to just move on with your day and hope it doesn't become a bigger issue. 

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After your time together the other night, Vader had been visiting your room much more often than before. And with Palpatine somewhere across the galaxy with some obscure task, Vader didn’t have to hide his feelings. 

It was so stupid really, that he had to hide his emotions when Palpatine was near- just like he used to have to hide Padme from the jedi council.

As he drew upon the comparisons to the council and Palpatine, he began to see more and more similarities.

He was tired of it. 

But now, in this instant, none of that really mattered because he had you in his arms. 

The rasp of Vader’s breaths had become your lullaby as you cuddled up to him with a smile. It didn’t matter what the troopers said, what mattered was that he did love you. 

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A few days of more snide comments went by and you became increasingly tired of the whole ordeal, though you still hadn’t mentioned it to Vader. 

Today, you were particularly stuck in your head about it all.

Did anyone even know how close you and Vader really were?

Did they know that he genuinely cared for you? Or did you just look like a boot-licking fool who followed him around? 

If these troopers only knew how intimately involved the two of you were….

You were finally doing some tasks that were out of the underbelly of the ship; you could see the stars outside as the ship drifted. The panel of wires in front of you would have seemed daunting to a normal person, but to you it just looked like fun. You weaved your fingers through the different colored lines until you found the one that was severed. 

Ah-ha!

You were so caught up in your work, you barely registered the sliding door opening behind you. When you realized, you glanced back to see an admiral and two troopers enter the room. With a shy smile, you nodded to the men. 

The admiral scoffed at you and the troopers exchanged looks. 

Ok, so that's how it was going to be. 

“I’ll be out soon, i’m almost finished here, gentlemen” you said blankly before turning back to the panel. 

You could feel their burning gazes boring into your back; quite uncomfortable. 

In a moment of distraction you accidentally touched an open fuse and shocked yourself. You inhaled sharply and withdrew your hand with a hiss. 

You heard the men pass a few comments before you decided you had had enough; you turned to the three with a fierce look, “What is your problem?”. 

The admiral looked at the troopers before taking a few steps in your direction, around the large table in the center of the room. 

“Our problem?” 

Before you could answer he spoke again. 

“For one, you went from a nobody to Lord Vader’s personal concubine- don’t think people don’t know what the two of you do.” 

Your eyes widened and you felt your anger bubbling inside of you. How dare he? You stood as he stalked closer; your hands clenching at your sides. 

“Two, just because you have a pretty face doesn’t make you competent- you obviously lack the skills for your position but Lord Vader keeps you around for his own desires…” 

The admiral was now right in front of you. 

“Three…” 

You slapped the Admiral in the face in a bout of pent up rage. He held his face in shock as the troopers behind him gripped their blasters in expectance. 

“I can see why Vader likes you, pretty and feisty… too bad you’re just a talentless slut” he said before quickly grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back as you struggled. 

“Why did you even come in here?!” you questioned as he shoved you over the large round table in front of you. 

“Well I was here for a meeting but it got delayed. When I realized who was doing maintenance in the conference room, I wanted to see the little imperial slut for myself- see if she was really all that” he snarled as he leaned over you. 

You kicked and struggled as he brushed back his hair with a gloved hand. 

The storm troopers stood by the door as the man hovered over you menacingly. Tears began to prick at your eyes; he was much stronger than you.

What had you done for people to hate you so? You had done nothing but your job…

The admiral began to reach for his trouser’s zipper when you heard the whirr of the sliding door open and a wave of familiarity flooded your senses. 

He was here. 

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A/N: V is about to crash tf out... umm yea.

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also had an idea abt pegging sam monroe for the first time :0 so also lmk thoughts... breh not me typoing the prompt