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PICS OF THEM IN YOUR CAMERA ROLL — bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, terry mcginnis, talon.
MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
WARNINGS: personal face claims ノ suggestive content.
✩ BRUCE WAYNE
✩ DICK GRAYSON
✩ JASON TODD
✩ TIM DRAKE
✩ TERRY MCGINNIS
✩ TALON
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Batboys and
how they talk about you
Bonus fic as a thank you for allowing my jason fic to do well 💋
Dick Grayson-
, who talks about you like a goddess walking the earth, loves you more than words. The type to talk about you so much that people doubt your real
“My girlfriend is so sweet, guys. Today we went to that one library I like. Guys, have I told you even her favorite book is adorable?”
It doesn’t help that he tends to get caught up in certain details, completely ignoring other ones. No one knew your name until a week into dating.
Jason: “If you asked me before, I would’ve never believed him; weve all gone a little insane, but now that Ive seen proof, I'm happy for him. He gets to be well-dick, and she gets to smile and nod, but I swear she enjoys it. They’re weird together.”
Tim: “We love Dick. A lot, but we were looking at a wonderful facility that has an in-patient gym in the beginning. But the way he looks at her, I wouldn’t be surprised if she actually did miracles.”
Damian: “At least I believed him at the start. He was smitten and absolutely whipped. I thought it was just like Dick. I don’t know why I, of all people, was the only one that caught it.
Bruce: Yeah, I knew she was real. Why would I ruin everyone’s fun? I mean, Dick is a bit. Aloof sometimes… I'm not exactly surprised; he’s not exactly amazing socially sometimes, but with her, he’s extra awkward, and I watched him flirt with men and women. But look, as long as he’s happy, we’re happy for him.”
Dick is a completely drunken idiot, with so much training thrown out the window.
(Can you tell I'm not a fan of a playboy dick😞 im sorry i love a good love stuck man)
Jason Todd-
, who is extremely protective of his peace, sometimes acts as if you’re fragile. He was the type to invite you to a family game night where he called a family meeting an hour beforehand, forcing everyone to be on their best behavior. Needless to say, it was awkward, but one uno round later, he realized you fit in just fine.
“I knew my girl would win. She's a gangster.”
boast when you absolutely dominate everyone playing in the game. You never quite beat the cheating allegations.
Dick: "I don’t know how he did it, but he found someone who brings out a side of him I haven’t seen in years. No one is that good at uno; naturally, at least, I think she’s a meta. I'm not saying that non-metas aren’t good at uno.”
Tim: "You know how in movies the girl animals just have lashes, and how the boy is always darker and the girl will be like a lighter color? It's like she was made for him. I'm glad he found his anamorphic girl, Wolf. But, can I be honest? I think Alfred was telling her our cards.”
Damian: "I'm glad Jaybird is happy. He’s definitely earned it. Even if she cheats at UNO, they’re perfect for each other. Hell, the cheating is what makes them perfect for each other.”
Bruce: "I'm glad to see Jason happy. The sparkling in his eyes, the boyish smile, is the same joy I saw after he hit me with a car iron and ran off, giggling. I like her.”
Bruce Wayne-
is proud to show you off publicly. He’s not one to spoil someone, but sometimes he can’t help but pick up trinkets for you. Sometimes you’d wake up to keychains, jewelry, or even clothes somewhere in your shared room.
He tried so hard to be there for you and protect you from his line of work. Some nights, he wouldn’t come to bed at all to avoid waking you. Some nights, if you worried too much, he would send Dick out in the Batman costume so he could be by your side.
"Shh, baby, its ok... Tonight, I'm staying with you, okay? I love you; do you know that? And I know sometimes the risk scares you, but I’ll always be here for you.”
Dick: "It's nice knowing Bruce isn’t constantly brooding about it. Well, I knew that fact already, but this is different. I only see a light in his eyes when he’s doing stuff he absolutely loves. Like when he talks to his parents tombs and we pretend we don’t see him.”
Jason: "i think that man would come back from the dead more dramatically than I did for this woman. And I waged like 3 wars.”
Tim: “Sometimes I see them sitting in the library together in silence. All they do is enjoy each other’s presence. Its adorable”
Damian: “Dads earned it. And when I say he’s earned it, I mean he’s earned it!”
Bruce isn’t the easiest to be with, but he always makes up for it.
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Do you think Bruce has given Batmom pearls, as it is a tradition for wayne men to give their wives pearls on their wedding day. I wonder what the batkids reactions would be when they see them the first time. 🥰🥰
@legendarylearner18
I think the immediate reaction would be to try and hold in tears. Especially with Dick and Damian. Dick is like "it's finally happening." Damian knows that that Batmom won't be replacing Talia but she will be having a hand in raising him and she hears him out. Jason would be so proud and feel the need to protect his mom more. Tim is taking the best photos. Every angle imaginable has been captured and he's going to make a wedding album but somehow Bruce is only in it three times. Duke and Cass didn't realize how big of a deal it was until Alfred explained it to them and now they are making sure she never loses them.
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HI i was wonderinf if u could do a cook!reader x bruce ? like maybe bruce is like "im hungry" and the readers like "bet, you want steak or-" and he's like "i want you." Wink wink
୨ৎ ᵎ ᵎ THINKING ABOUT . . . bruce wayne, who would rather eat you.
of course he loves what you cook. of course your cooking is worthy of all the praise in the world. of course he will eat anything you cook for him without question because he knows it will be delicious.
but bruce thinks you're so much better.
his lips suck on your clit as you involuntarily want to clench your thighs around his head, but his strong hands hold them in place. “so delicious,” wayne murmurs, moving his gaze to your face, “so much better than some steak.”
BRUCE WAYNE THINKS . . . that your food is the tastiest food in the world, but you're so much tastier. ୨♡୧
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hii can you write about bale!bruce being an ass guy and just constantly grabbing and squeezing your ass whenever you’re on his lap and especially during sex, he would be doing all that and slapping it a lot? thank you sm i hope this isn’t too weird to ask!! 😭🫶
That's not too weird at all!! 🩷
This isn't exactly what you asked for, my the horny part of my brain took over, and there was no stopping it lol
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Sweet as a Peach 🍑
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Okay, but imagine this...
You're laying on your bed, turned on your stomach while reading a book or looking through your phone. It's late already, only the faint glow of the lamp on your bedside table illuminating the room.
Your legs are bare, as your usual sleep attire consisted of a top of some sort and a pair of panties. Sleep us tugging at your limbs, your eyelids begin to droop and your head feels heavy.
In comes Bruce, your husband, dressed in a pair of pajama pants and, fortunately for you, no shirt. He takes a moment to admire your form.
The curve of your back and your shoulders, your hips that look so soft and comfortable to grab and your legs, moving around a bit as you adjust your position.
And then, his favorite part. Your ass that looks like it was crafted by the gods. At least in his eyes. It's so perfect, he can't find a single flaw. It fades into your thighs so nicely and the shimmering stretch marks accentuate its form even better.
Next thing he knows, he's staring at your behind with dilated pupils and a slack jaw. He's itching to take a handful, wanting to feel the supple flesh spill between his fingers. Bruce steps closer, the mattress dipping under his weight.
The tips of his fingers ghost over the curve of your ass, making a shiver run up your spine. You giggle, knowing exactly what's about to happen. As ridiculous as it sounds, Bruce was almost hypnotized, completely focused on your rear. His feather light touches turn into a gentle kneading of the fat, to digging his hands into the flesh.
You wiggle your hips from side to side with a cheeky smile, watching as he shot you a look before his lips were pressed to the backs of your thighs, trailing sloppy kisses up your leg. The soft hum that falls from your lips turns into a gasp when Bruce nips at your cheek, soothing it with a soft kiss.
He sucks hickeys and gently bit at your ass and thighs, covering them in various blooming shades of purple and blue. You could swear he spent hours worshipping your behind to his heart's content.
He hums against your skin, running his tongue up the inside of your thigh, nudging your legs to open wider. Bruce gently rubs his hands over the many marks, leaning forward to press a kiss to your shoulder before he settles back into his favorite place.
He noses the gusset of your underwear, making you instinctively arch your back, which in turn makes a wicked grin spread over his face.
He ended up eating you out until the sun rose, reveling in the beautiful sounds you made and how your body reacted to his tongue running along the seam of your cunt.
Whenever your hips would flinch away from his mouth, he'd deliver firm spanks to your ass, scolding you for interrupting his meal. He's obsessed. Your thighs clenched around his head, his cheek resting agaisnt your rear as he lazily licked and flicked his tongue over your clit.
He made you come undone so many times that you had to fend him off with a stick by the end.
Bruce loves to use your ass as a pillow. He'll collapsed onto of you and use your cheeks as cloudy head support while he knocks out for a good few hours. Mainly after patrol.
Because where you see your ass, Bruce sees two perfectly good clouds to take a nap on.
<3
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I hope it was satisfactory nonetheless!!
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(Lmk if you want to be added! Currently writing for Bale!Bruce, Jason Todd and Dick Grayson!)
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He Let Me Steal You Like A Thief In The Night
Pairing(s) - (Starts with) Bruce Wayne x F!Reader, (Ends with) Selina Kyle x F!Reader
Summary - After Bruce Wayne continues to not treat you the way that you deserve, Selina Kyle decides to steal you away from him.
Warnings - Inspired by the song Diamond Girl by Set It Off. Bruce is a dick, Angst, References to cheating, Implied sexual content, Fluff and a happy ending, Bisexual!Reader. (If I missed anything, lmk!)
A/N - So, several months after saying I was working on this fic it's finally finished! It's also now my longest one shot to date which is cool! Anyway I hope the wait was worth it and that you all enjoy 💜
Word Count - 10k
As you finish putting your earrings in, you pause and look at yourself in the mirror. You look good tonight, you think. Your dress hugs your figure and accentuates your breasts and ass, but in a classy way that’s fitting for the charity fundraiser that the two of you are going to tonight. Your jewellery and makeup is much the same. Classy. Nothing too flashy. You wonder if Bruce will even notice the effort you have put in to make yourself look nice. He hasn’t the last few time. Hell, the last time he took you out to an event like this, he not only barely payed any attention to you, but he completely vanished from the venue. Leaving you alone and having to call Alfred to pick you up and take you back to your apartment.
Though Alfred had done a good job that night to try and hide it, you had still been able to tell he was absolutely fuming at Bruce. As are you each time that you think about it. Though you do have to keep in mind that he has been very stressed recently in regards to his company. While he hasn’t told you exactly what’s going on, you know it’s left him with a lot on his mind, a mountain of paperwork and has led to him being forgetful. You’re positive that it will all pass once he’s figured things out and then everything between you and him will go right back to the way that they were before.
Back when he would text you while in the middle of a meeting because he was thinking about and missing you. Or when he would call you, usually in the middle of the night, because he was miles away in another country and desperately wanted to hear the sound of your voice. And there were the times when you and him would curl up on a couch and watch a movie for date night instead of going out to some restaurant, away from the constant flashing of cameras that often left you becoming overwhelmed very quickly. Or there was that time…
Your train of thought is broken by a knock against the door of the en-suite. It’s probably Bruce wondering what’s taking you so long to get ready.
“Yes?” you call out.
“Master Bruce was wondering when you would be down.” It’s Alfred… Wait… Alfred? Bruce couldn’t even be bothered to come up and check on you himself? You push the thought away.
“I’ll just be a couple of minutes!” you call back.
“Of course, dear. I’ll let him know.”
With Alfred now gone, you turn you attention to the two bottles of perfume on the counter. One of the bottles is an expensive perfume that Bruce bought you for your birthday. It’s not your favourite scent in the world, but it was a gift from him and you have yet to wear it. The other is the perfume that you wore on the night that you and him finally went all of the way. Maybe if you wear that one he might actually pay you attention. The scent of it making him remember that night hopefully. After a moment of debating you decide to go for the latter. Tonight you wish to stay hopeful.
Once you have spritzed the perfume onto your pulse points, you grab your clutch and make your way out of the en-suite and bedroom and to where Bruce is waiting for you in the foyer. As you make your way down the stairs you expect him to look up at the sound of your heels clicking on the wood. Instead his eyes remain glued to his phone screen like a teenager; his fingers typing out a message just as fast as well.
You do your best to hide your disappoint, keeping your face blank, but it must have shown briefly because, as you reach the bottom of the stairs, Alfred suddenly clears his throat. The sound catches Bruce’s attention and he finally looks up from his phone. Before he’s allowed to say a word though, Alfred is speaking.
“You look lovely, dear,” he tells you. His compliment has you smiling. At least someone noticed.
By now, Bruce’s phone is back in his pocket and he’s stepping toward you. He checks you out, his eyes lingering on your breasts a little longer than is gentlemanly. His smile that genuine one he only ever gives you.
“Absolutely beautiful,” he says, his hand coming to rest beneath your chin and tilting your head up a little. “Aren’t I the luckiest man in the world?” You can feel your cheeks heating up at his words and the way he’s looking at you, as he breathes in your perfume. He presses a kiss to your lips. It’s a light one so that he doesn’t end up ruining your lipstick. “Come on. We’re going to be late.” He pulls away and takes your hand in his.
You and Bruce grab your coats and say goodnight to Alfred, who wishes you both a pleasant night. He leads you down the stairs to the car already parked out front.
The drive is a silent one. Neither of you saying a word nor him even bothering to put some music on. It has you yearning for the days when you both couldn’t stop talking, discovering all of these new things about each other or even discussing how you’re going to sneak away from the event at some point. Usually so that you could do other things together. And then there were the times where the speakers of whatever car you were in at the time would be blasting music as you and him sing along loudly to whatever song was playing.
Not being able to listen to the silence any longer, you decide to break it yourself.
“What’s the charity that’s being supported tonight?” you ask him. You don’t remember him ever mentioning a name, just that there was a fundraiser.
“Uh, it’s something to do with endangered animals,” he replies.
“What sort of animals?” There’s so many of them this day and age that are in trouble and you doubt that tonight is going to cover every last species.
“I believe it’s for big cats, but I honestly can’t remember. We’ll find out for sure once we get there.”
“Right. Of course.”
The car once again falls into silence as you struggle to think of what else to talk about. What even is there for you to say? How that was the longest you have spoken to him without his phone ringing and him walking away to answer it? And it’s not like Bruce is trying to fill the silence either. Is it just as awkward for him? Or does he simply not care?
You turn your attention to your window, watching as the city passes by as he drives. Silently, you continue to hope that things will get better once you arrive and he is no longer focused on getting to the venue.
Upon arriving, Bruce does help you out of the car and keeps you shielded from the vultures who are sat outside of the venue, waiting. The bright flashes from their cameras is blinding as they do their best to surround both of you, making large dots dance in front of your eyes. You’re sure that you would be stumbling blind if it wasn’t for him keeping you close and guiding you toward the entrance. Even after you both are inside the building and the doors are closed behind with security making sure that the paparazzi cannot follow, he keeps his arm linked with yours. Despite the harrowing experience with the paps that has left your heart hammering against your ribcage, not once does Bruce ask if you are okay. Perhaps he assumes that since you have been with him for the past year and a half that it no longer fazes you? You honestly can’t imagine it ever not fazing you, how invasive those people can be.
You are about to say something to him, ask him why he cares enough to try and shield you, but not enough to actually check on you, yet you’re not given a chance to as you’re already stepping into the main hall. All eyes are on you both. Bruce is already smiling that dazzling billionaire smile of his and you quickly follow suit, shoving your irritation away. The last thing you need is headlines about how pissy you look.
Your arms stay linked together for the majority of the night. Though they might as well not have been considering he spends the night basically ignoring you. You sip on champagne while Bruce talks to men who have no interest in the good cause that they are all suppose there for and would rather try and get him to invest in their company.
It’s not like you expect him to have his tongue down your throat (though that did happen a few times very early on in your relationship). And it’s not like you’re just standing around expecting him to pick up that something is wrong simply by your mood. You’ve tried talking to him, but each time he dismisses you. You’re honestly starting to feel like the only reason he brought you is for you to be his arm candy. The thought has you wanting to be anywhere, but here with him. And you would call Alfred and leave if you thought that you wouldn’t end up on the front page news thanks to the cockroaches sitting in wait outside.
Even with that said, you still don’t want to be around him right now and this is a big hotel. There’s got to be somewhere for you to retreat to for a little while. Some sort of garden or courtyard perhaps? You’ll find out once you slip out of the ballroom.
You pull away from him, unhooking your arm from his, as you tell him that you need to get some air. He doesn’t look you, not even a glance, as he replies with an “okay” and continues talking to the three men in front of him. As you make your way through the ballroom, you place your half finished glass of champagne onto the the tray of a passing waiter and leave the room through the nearest exit.
You wander the halls of the hotel for a little while, following the various gold plated signs that eventually lead you outside to the flower garden. A majority of the flowers are in bloom, leaving a very floral and sweet scent in the air and there are lamps in the ground between the flowerbeds, lighting up the pathway for you. You follow it until you reach a bench, where you decide to stop and take a seat.
It’s nice and quiet out here. The perfect place for you to be left alone with your thoughts. All of them about Bruce. You honestly do not even know when things started to actually change. It’s like one morning you woke up and he went from being totally and completely head over heels for you to not giving a damn about you. It leaves you wondering if the girls, who had approached you shortly after your relationship became public knowledge, were right. Has he grown bored of you? Is he really only keeping you around while he looks for someone new?
What if he’s already found that someone new and is with them on the nights that he doesn’t come back to the manor?
Almost as soon as the thought has entered your mind, you’re shoving it away again. No. No! You know Bruce. You’ve seen the way that he looks in disgust at the people in these rich people circles who are cheating on their spouses. You’ve listened to how he talks about them, a sharp edge to his voice. He hates cheaters so why would he turn around and do that to you? No. Absolutely not. He would never. Maybe… maybe this is just the end of what they call the “honeymoon phase”? At least, that’s got to be part of it. And you cannot forget how busy he is. But the more that you think about it, the more you think about these last few months, the more the doubt starts to trickle in. What if you’re wrong? What if you don’t know him like you think you do?
The more that you think about it, the more upset you become. So much so that you can feel tears threatening to spill, but as much as you want them to fall, you can’t. You’ll ruin your makeup if you do and as upset as you are, you don’t want that. It took forever and you do look really good tonight. Not that the man you got all dressed up for even cares about the effort that you put into your look tonight. Other than back at the manor, he has barely even looked at you.
And that thought alone is enough to finally get the tears rolling. After all what the hell does it even matter if he doesn’t care?
As you cry, you don’t even hear her. You don’t hear her heels against the stone pathway that leads to the bench you’re sitting on. You don’t even feel her as she sits down next to you. You only become aware of her when her hand comes in contact with your back and she rubs your back. You don’t jump at the sudden contact, you’re just confused as you look up at her, brow furrowed.
You go to speak. You’re not sure what, maybe to apologise for the state you’re in? You honestly don’t know, but it doesn’t actually matter as she doesn’t let you say anything, shushing you softly. The woman pulls a handkerchief from her purse and uses it to dab away your mascara filled tears. As she does that, through your tear blurred vision, you do your best to make out her appearance. Perhaps you know her?
She has striking green eyes, almost like a cat’s, and long, curly black hair. She’s gorgeous. That much is clear to you, even in your heartbroken state. And you’re certain that you do not know her. You would remember if you did.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
You shake your head, not trusting that the second you try to speak that you won’t turn into a babbling mess as your tears start to fall again. And it’s not really fair to burden a stranger with all of the reasons why you think that the man you’re in love with likely doesn’t love you. The look she gives you is one full of sympathy, which only makes you feel worse.
“A woman as beautiful as you shouldn’t be crying over a man like him,” she tells you.
“But things were so good in the beginning,” you say. All reservations that you had a moment ago about not burdening a stranger with your problems are suddenly out of the window. As you talk you half expect her to come up with an excuse to leave, most people would, but she doesn’t. Instead she stays and listens. The more you tell her the more annoyed she seems to get, but it doesn’t feel like it is directed at you. More likely she is getting annoyed at your boyfriend. Hell, now that you’re talking about it, and therefore thinking about it more, you are starting to get annoyed at him yourself as well.
“I’m sorry. That’s a whole load of information that you really did not need. I haven’t asked you your name.” And now you’re completely embarrassed. So caught up into your own shit that you completely forgot about basic manners. She doesn’t seem to have minded though. She smiles softly.
“Selina Kyle,” she introduces herself. “And you are?”
You introduce yourself. For some reason her name strikes a cord of familiarity with you. It takes you a second for you to know where. Tonight’s fundraiser, of course! She’s the one who organised tonight; you remember seeing her name on the notice board just outside of the ballroom. She must be so busy tonight yet she’s still taken time to make sure you are okay and she doesn’t even know you? It has you feeling rather touched.
“We should probably be making our way back,” she begins, “but first let me help fix your makeup,” she offers as she reaches into her purse.
After she helps you fix up your makeup, making it look you had never cried to begin with, you and Selina make your ways back to the hotel’s ballroom. Not long after you have reentered the room you lose sight of her. Not that you expect her to spend the rest of the night with you. You are strangers, after all, and she is busy. Instead you set yourself your own mission; finding the bar. You don’t care to look for Bruce. He didn’t bother coming to look for you despite how long you were gone for, so why should you look for him?
It doesn’t take you long to find the bar. You order your drink of choice and take a seat. Now that you’re here, your only interest is drinking as much as the bartender will allow.
As soon as the two of you re-enter the ballroom, Selina leaves your side and quickly, but gracefully moves through the room. Her eyes scan the area as she moves, looking for someone in particular.
Honestly she can’t believe him. Actually, maybe she can. This is Bruce after all. It still infuriates her. How is it that he has a beautiful woman like you in his life, who very clearly loves him, and yet he treats you like you are just another one of those models he used to “date”? And, from what you have told her, things weren’t all this way.
She can easily think of what’s changed. It’s the exact same thing that led to her leaving, several years ago. No matter what. One way or another, Batman will always end up taking priority over everyone else. Clearly, he needs a serious wakeup call.
It doesn’t take her long to spot him. He’s with several other men and honestly looks extremely bored. Yet he would instead give them his time than give it to you. She scoffs and rolls her eyes. Typical.
Bruce takes notice of her quickly, doing a double take as his eyes widen for a brief moment. He regains his composure, the shock disappearing as his eyes narrow and his brow furrows, his lips set in a grim thin line. He’s not happy to see her and, quite frankly, she’s not too pleased to see him either. A cat does not easily forget those who have wronged her.
She had been hoping that she would not have to interact him at all tonight. Simply take his money for her charity and then leave this city once more. Maybe forever. But things rarely go to plan in a city like Gotham.
Selina raises an eyebrow at him before gesturing with her head for him to follow her. She doesn’t look back, doesn’t wait for confirmation that he will. She knows he will follow. His curiosity always gets the better of him whenever she’s involved. Almost like it’s a law of life like gravity.
She weaves her way through the crowd once more, leaving the ballroom behind her. She decides to head back toward the hotel’s flower garden. It’s the perfect place to talk away from he nosey busybodies that make up Gotham’s higher society.
“Hello, Bruce,” she says, turning around to face him.
He scoffs. “Really? After all of this time that’s all you’ve got to…” he shakes his head. “I’m already with someone else. I–”
“Oh I know,” she cuts him off. “I’ve already met her. She’s beautiful, it’s just a shame that she’s so sad.”
Bruce frowns, an eyebrow raised. “What are you talking about? She’s fine.”
“She’s not, but you would know that if you were actually paying attention.” Selina steps toward him and leans in close. “Let me put it this way, clean up your act and start paying attention to her or I will.”
It’s toward the end of the night when you finally see Bruce again. You feel all warm from the alcohol running through your veins and each step that you take isn’t very coordinated, especially in these ridiculous heels.
“There you are,” he says as he approaches you. You’re currently using a pillar to steady yourself after almost tripping over your own feet. He looks troubled, but you don’t care enough to ask him what’s wrong. As of right now you really don’t see why you should. “Come on.” He links his arm with yours again, bringing you close to him to support you. “Let’s get back to the manor.”
You follow him back to the car. You’re so in your own head, focused on how good the drinks have made you feel, that you don’t even notice that there are barely any paparazzi around now, as he helps you into the car.
Much like the drive to the hotel, the drive back is silent. Of course you really don’t think you can hold a conversation properly any how. You’re sure to slur your words and, damn, your eyelids feel so heavy right now. It wouldn’t hurt to close them for a few minutes. Your last thought is how you’re going to have a killer headache in the morning.
The cafe had been busy when you had first entered, but the more that time passes and the lunch rush ends, the emptier the place becomes. You were suppose to meet Bruce for lunch, but while you showed up, he hasn’t. He hasn’t even bothered to reply to any of the texts you have sent him either. Instead they have all been left on read. You put his contact on mute. If he can’t be bothered to even reply to you then you can’t be bothered to talk to him full stop.
What makes it all worse is that, the day after the fundraiser, when you were somewhat recovered from your hangover, he had promised. He had promised that things would change and that you were important to him. And things had changed… For about a week. Once again you are left wondering whether or not the man that you love even loves you anymore.
The looks of pity and sympathy the other customers keep sending your way have you wanting to disappear forever. It’s humiliating. You decide that, as soon as you are done with your hot drink and food, you’re going straight back to your apartment and never leaving it again. You do your best to finish your drink and food as quickly as possible while also trying to not draw anymore attention to yourself.
As you are finishing up your drink, the chair across from you is suddenly pulled out and a woman sits down. Despite getting drunk, you recognise her instantly. Selina Kyle, from the fundraiser. Even now you still feel embarrassed about that night, crying and venting to a complete stranger about your relationship issues.
“Sorry I took so long, traffic was a nightmare!” She says it so casually, like she is the one who you were meeting today. She gives you a smile and wink. She doesn’t have to do this, hell you don’t even know why she is doing this, but you play along with her anyway.
“It’s fine. You’re here now,” you reply.
You briefly get up from the table to get another drink. After you have sat back down, the two of you beginning to talk. It starts off as basic small talk. The weather, the city’s current state, the money she had raised through the fundraiser and the good it was going to do for the big cats. She even leans across the table to show you pictures of her many, many cats. All of whom are, of course, utterly adorable.
As you take a sip of your drink, she asks you the question that you have been waiting for from the moment that she sat down at your table.
“That boyfriend of yours was supposed to meet you, wasn’t he?” she asks you. Though, you suspect, that she already knows before you answer her.
“Is it that obvious?”
She nods and, immediately, you want to disappear completely once more. She regards you for a moment, before speaking once again.
“Forget about him,” she tells you. “At least for tonight.”
“If I’m forgetting about him for tonight, what will I be doing instead?”
“You’ll be coming out with me to have some fun.”
The way that she says it. Like they are plans that have already been made and you are not allowed to back out. You don’t want to anyway. It sounds like fun, a night out with Selina, leaving Bruce alone and wondering where you are for once. It’s the least of what he deserves. Maybe it will be the wake up call he needs. And if not… You don’t want to think about that right now. He’s pissed you off, but he is still the man you love and, even with the way he has been treating you recently, you still cannot imagine a life where he isn’t in it.
So, you agree to going out with her and you exchange phone numbers. For the first time in a while you were actually looking forward to something.
The nightclub is loud, the base thrumming through you and you cannot hear yourself think. The place is packed and so many bodies close together has you feeling hot, and you haven’t even done any dancing yet!
These types of places are not usually your scene. You find them far too loud and there are far too many people around, but it’s hard to focus on all that with the woman in front of you. Selina’s outfit and makeup is casual, a strapless black top, jeans, a simple cat eye and red lipstick, yet she is easily the hottest person in the room. Sure, you’re in a committed relationship with Bruce, but you’re not blind and you can appreciate still. You are sure that he does.
She grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd and toward the bar. Much like the rest of the club, there is quite a few people around the bar. Definitely not enough room for the both of you to approach, so you tell her your preferred drink to order and she disappears amongst the crowd to get it.
You’re not entirely sure what to do with yourself, while you wait for her. Which has you feeling rather awkward. It doesn’t really help that people keep looking over at you. They’re likely just checking you out, but, standing here by yourself in your own head, you start wondering whether or not they are just judging you and the outfit that you have picked out for tonight. You aren’t left to fall down that rabbit hole for long though as Selina repappears, drinks in hand.
You do your best to shout over the music to thank her, but after the third time she finally moves in close to you. So close that her body is now touching yours, which leaves your heart thumping hard against your ribcage. Now that you have been able to thank her, she somehow moves closer, bringing her lips up to your ear. You can feel her breath fanning across you skin, making goosebumps raise across your skin, despite the heat of the nightclub.
“If you want to thank me, relax and have some fun.”
You almost laugh at her words. Is your nervousness that obvious? You had been hoping that you would be able to hide it more from her, but it seems she doesn’t miss a thing. Your nervousness doesn’t last. With the alcohol of a couple more drinks flowing through you, any doubts or anxiety you had before are quickly forgotten about. As are any thoughts of Bruce.
Hours fly by without you noticing as you dance and drink with Selina. Your laughter is loud, though still drowned out by the base, but she hears it easily enough. The green of her eyes seems to almost sparkle each time the neon lights hit them. The same way that you remember /his/ eyes lighting up when he first met you. Though you’re sure that it’s just the alcohol making you see things. She knows that you have a boyfriend and there’s not possible way she could be interested in you like that. (Though there had been a time you had thought the exact same when it had come to Bruce).
As the night draws on and the club starts to empty once curfew has hit, instead of finding your way back to your apartment, you and Selina find your way in a diner. With how late it is, the diner is mostly empty. The only other two customers there being a couple of cops taking a short break on their night shift. She leads you to the booth furthest from the cops, side eyeing them like she expects them to do something.
The waitress brings over a couple of menus. You thank her and take one of the menus while Selina declines, ordering only a coffee. After looking over the menu, along with your own coffee, you also order a burger and fries. While you did eat before coming out tonight, all of the dancing has left you absolutely starving.
While you wait, you decide to have a quick look at your phone. You quickly wish that you hadn’t. There’s dozens of messages, voice mails and missed calls from Bruce. He is very obviously worried and it has you feeling guilty. Maybe you should give him a call and let him know that you are okay?
“Your boyfriend?” Selina asks, breaking the silence that had fallen.
You nod. “Yeah. Maybe I should give him a call,” you say. “He seems really worried.”
“Does he call you when you send texts worried about him?”
You stop to think for a moment. “No,” you finally reply. “He usually only sends a short text.” Almost immediately, you understand what she is getting at. He doesn’t call you, only texts. So that’s what you do. A short text that reads “I’m fine. Still out with a friend.” Then you turn off your phone’s screen and return your attention to Selina.
Within that time, the waitress returns with yours and Selina’s coffees and your burger and fries. You both thank the waitress before returning to your conversation. You talk quietly, mostly about tonight. Despite your originally anxiety about tonight, you did end up having a lot of fun that you otherwise wouldn’t of had, had she not met you in that coffee shop and suggested it. As you talk, between taking bites of your burger, she steals a few of your fries, causing you to smile and shake your head.
“If you’re hungry, why didn’t you order your own fries?”
She shrugs. “They taste better when they’re not actually yours.”
Her reply makes you laugh and nod in agreement. After all, you are guilty of having done the same thing a few times, in the past.
The food and coffee does a good job at sobering you up. Not that you had been super drunk. Certainly not nearly as much as you had been after that fundraiser. Once you’re both finished, you reach for your bag to pay, but Selina beats you to it.
“You can pay next time,” she tells you.
You raise your eyebrow at her. “There’s going to be a next time, is there?”
“Of course there is.” She says it so matter of factly, like it’s already a done deal despite there not even being a discussion. Not that you mind. You would be more than happy to come out with her again.
With the food and drinks paid for, you and Selina leave the diner. Her driver is already waiting out front for both of you, ready to drive and drop you off at your apartment. You thank her again for suggesting that you go out with her tonight and that you definitely wouldn’t mind if there was a “next time”. You both say goodnight to each other and you make your out of the car and into the building.
Your apartment is pitch black and you fumble in the dark for a few seconds before your fingers finally find the switch. Despite the fact that you were expecting it, you still wince as the sudden brightness of the lights blinds you for a moment. You’re actually surprised to find your apartment so empty, you would have thought that Bruce would drop by unannounced, he has a key and you remember the endless messages and voicemails left by him, that you saw just a couple of hours ago. You haven’t checked them since then. Maybe you should do so now, but first your feet are killing you and you desperately need to get your shoes off.
With your shoes finally off, you collapse onto the couch. You pull your phone out of your bag and have a look at your messages. Since the one text you sent while at the diner, he’s only sent you one other text.
”Why didn’t you let me know? I had something planned tonight.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t going to make it to lunch?”
As soon as you hit send, you decide to put your phone on do not disturb mode. You will deal with Bruce in the morning. Now that you are home, the high of the night is starting to wear off and you are starting to feel really tired. All you want to do is get your makeup off, get into your pyjamas, curl up and go to sleep. So that’s exactly what you do.
In the weeks that follow, you end up spending a lot of time with Selina. She takes you to the other nightclubs that are dotted around the city and you often meet up for lunch. You learn a lot about each other during these lunches. Like how she came to have so many cats and the passion she has in the various causes that she supports. In turn you tell her about your own work. As you talk you honestly expect her to lose interest and not pay any attention. You expect various hmms and huhs and to see her looking either at her phone or at something else in the room instead of you, but it doesn’t happen. The entire time her attention is always focused on you and she actually asks you questions. You have got so used to being ignored that you had forgotten what it was like to actually be listened it.
It’s not like Bruce didn’t ever not listen to you though. He did, in the beginning at least. But like everything else, with the honeymoon period being over, he just doesn’t do it anymore. All of it leaves you to continue to wonder whether or not he does actually love you or if you were just another “conquest” in a long line of them. But it’s not like you can even ask him. Right now Bruce is half a world away from you, thinking that sending endless gifts, flowers and chocolates is a good way to apologise. Which is not the effect you had hoped ignoring him that first night out would have. And even if he wasn’t half a world away from you, getting him to stay and talk to him is nearly impossible since you can never seem to hold his attention for more than a few seconds.
It’s late at night and you’re laying wide awake in bed. You can’t stop thinking about Bruce and not in the way that you used to. More like you have no idea how you even feel about him anymore. Do you love him? Before you had an immediate answer. “Yes, of course I do.”. Now though? You can’t answer it anymore because you don’t know what the answer is.
And then there’s Selina. The way that she looks at you from over the table during lunch or the way that she touches you when the two of you are dancing together. It makes it feel like there are butterflies fluttering around your stomach and your heart pounding hard against your ribcage. More often than not you have found yourself looking at or dreaming about her lips, wondering how it would feel for her to kiss you…
Almost as soon as the thoughts come to you, you shove them away. They really aren’t helpful to your current dilemma when it comes to you trying to figure out how you feel about Bruce.
You groan and bury your head in your pillow. When did things in your life become so complicated?
“You seem distracted,” Selina says. You look up from the plate where you have just been pushing the food around, like a child.
“Sorry,” you reply. She invited you out to dinner a few weeks ago, at one of the fanciest restaurants in Gotham and you’ve spent the entire time distracted because you can’t stop thinking about Bruce and how you feel about him. It’s been plaguing your mind for a few weeks.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“I…” While you have thought the words a couple of times now, you don’t think you are ready to say them out loud. Especially in public with so many eavesdroppers. You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter.”
Selina frowns, clearly not believing you, but she doesn’t push it. Which you are thankful for. Saying those words out loud will make them really real and you don’t know if you are ready for that. How did the relationship you had once been sure would last forever end up turning into this?
For the rest of dinner, you do your best to push away any and all thoughts about Bruce and your relationship with him. He will be back from his business trip by the end of the week and you can deal with your feelings then. Though, as you eat and talk with Selina, it briefly occurs to you that he had once promised to take you, but never did. It leaves a somewhat bitter taste within your mouth.
You pull your coat close to your body as you and Selina leave behind the warmth of the restaurant and step out into the cold Gotham night. She links her arm with yours and pulls you close as you start walking down the street, back toward your apartment. It’s not a long walk, only a couple of blocks.
Selina knows why you have been distracted, not only tonight, but for the past couple of weeks. She’s felt the way you have responded to her touches and she’s seen the way that you have been looking at her. She has also seen how you are around Bruce now, during various events he’s taken you to. You are no longer looking at him, waiting for him to pay attention to you, instead you are looking around for her.
She hasn’t missed the way you react to her when she touches you, while you are dancing with her. And she certainly hasn’t missed the way that you look at her. Especially her lips.
She hasn’t made a move to kiss you yet though. While you’re drifting away from him, you haven’t actually broken up with Bruce yet. And you have so much inner turmoil right now she doesn’t think it’s fair to add on to it. But if you were to suddenly decide to kiss her, well, she certainly wouldn’t stop you. In fact, she would like it a lot.
Does Bruce even know? She wonders. He prides himself in being the world’s greatest detective yet, as far as she can see, he hasn’t caught on to the fact that you’re drifting away from him. Or that she is the cause.
At least he hasn’t caught on to it until tonight.
Out of the corner of her eye, high above on a rooftop on the opposite side of the street, she catches the sight of a large black mass billowing out into the wind. He lied to you. You have told her that he said he would be back at the end of the week, yet here he is. Using his mask to spy on you instead of the usual crimefighting he’s so passionate about.
Knowing that he’s watching, she pulls you closer to her.
“Are you okay?” you ask.
“It’s colder than I thought it would be tonight and you’re nice and warm.”
She knows that Bruce can hear the two of you speaking and she knows that it must be driving him crazy that he can’t just swoop down and interrupt. There’s people everywhere and, from what she can tell, you have no idea what he does when the sun sets. Things probably wouldn’t be as bad between you and him if you did know about his nightly activities. Or, maybe, if you did know, you would have already left him.
“Do you want to come in?” you ask her, once you and her have reached your apartment and you’re opening the door.
“Normally I’d love to, but something has come up with the land I was hoping to turn into a cat sanctuary,” she explains. Selina has her phone out, open on the email she received at the start of the week. It’s not a complete lie. She has hit issues involving that land, but she’s not dealing with it tonight.
Your face drops for a second before it’s quickly gone and replaced by a well practised understanding smile. Even the words you say “Of course, I understand,” sound rehearsed. He has done a number on you and it has her feeling a little guilty. How many times has he pulled this move on you? And now she’s doing the same thing. She steps forward and takes ahold of your hands.
“Are you free tomorrow?” she asks, “We could have lunch, maybe even check out that new jewel collection at the museum? You know, to make up for me having to suddenly leave.”
You look at her for a moment, like you weren’t expecting that. “Oh, I’ll have to check my schedule, but I think I should be able to. I’ll text you?”
“Of course.”
As soon as you are in your apartment and the door is shut, Selina is gone. Back out into the night, into her car and then back out into the night once more; wearing a completely different outfit. It’s not long before she is swinging high above the streets of Gotham, with a certain pointy eared man following after her.
It doesn’t take him long to catch up to her. She feels the change in the air around her as his hand closes around one of her arms and her world spins briefly as he grabs and spins her around, slamming her against a wall.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing Selina?” he growls, the white lenses of his cowl narrowed. His act might work on the common criminal, but it has never phased her one bit. Calmly, she removes his hands from her arms and pushes him away.
“I warned you, Bruce,” she says as she steps away from him, putting space between them. “Don’t you remember? I told you what would happen if you didn’t change how you were treating her."
“What? I didn’t think…”
“You never do. If it makes you feel any better she hasn’t kissed me yet. Maybe there’s still a chance for you, but I wouldn’t hold my breath.”
“Why?”
“It’s rather simple, you weren’t treating her correctly so I decided that I would.” Her shrug is causal, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Which it should be to the person who considers himself a detective. “And maybe it’ll make you think twice before you decide to treat another woman like this.”
She doesn’t wait for him to say anything. She walks to the edge of the roof, not even taking the time to look back like she once did a long time ago, and jumps. He doesn’t follow. Likely too caught up within his own inner turmoil about the revelations of tonight.
If she was anyone else, Selina wouldn’t be able to understand how or why you are still with him. But she does understand the how and why because she was you several years ago. It’s easy to get caught up in a man like Bruce Wayne. With his looks and the way he talks, that silver tongue of his. The way that he makes you feel like the most important person in the world just with one look.
Though, she really does wish that you would break up with him and soon.
This may have started out with her proving to you that you deserve so much better than putting up with the way that he treats you, but she has grown to like you. A lot. And she would rather see you with her than him. Though, she supposes, it’s only a matter of time before that happens. She simply needs to have some patience.
When you wake up it’s to a couple of texts from Bruce. Telling you that he’s coming home early and wants to meet for lunch. You reply telling him you can’t, you already have plans. So he offers dinner at the manor, away from the prying eyes of the public. Just you and him. Normally the premise of having a quiet and private night with him would excite you. Finally having him all too yourself far away from flashing cameras and gossipers. Instead, you don’t feel… anything. There’s no more looking forward to seeing him. No quicken of your heartbeat against your ribcage, or between your thighs, as you think of him. No wanting to blow off any other plans so that you can see him sooner. Hell, you don’t even want to see him. Not really.
As you sit there in bed, looking over the text messages again, those words comes back to you. The ones that you have been struggling to admit out loud. Though, with this newest revelation, you know that you need to and sooner rather than later. It’s not fair on either of you if you don’t.
Lunchtime feels like it takes forever to arrive as you do some chores around your apartment. You only just saw her last night, like every time, you can’t wait to see her again. And that excitement has the hours ticking by so slowly. There is a part of you that does have you pausing for a moment, wondering if this new feeling of excitement will end up the same. But you remind yourself she isn’t him.
You meet Selina at the same cafe that you had when she had suggested going out and giving Bruce a taste of his own medicine. You often meet her here. The place essential becoming your “spot”. Like how the park had once been yours and Bruce’s.
She’s already at the table, waiting for you. She has her hair done up in a bun and she’s wearing a red dress. You feel your heart almost skip a beat when you lay eyes on her. There’s already a latte on the table.
“I’m not late, am I?” you ask as you sit down. There had been some traffic on your way, but you had been sure you would still arrive on time.
“You’re on time,” she says before covering her mouth and yawning, “I didn’t get much sleep last night,” she explains. “I already ordered you your usual.”
“You’re not going to lose that land are you?”
“With all the work that I did last night, I would say that it’s safe and sound now,” she replies with a smile.
“That’s great news.”
She looks you over for a moment, her smile now gone and replaced by a small frown. “Something’s still bothering you,” she states.
“Bruce texted me this morning, he’s back early and wanted to meet for lunch, but I wasn’t about to cancel plans with you, so we’re having dinner instead tonight…”
“But you don’t want to go.”
“Is it that obvious?” You glance around the cafe, wondering if anyone is listening to your conversation. This city is filled with people who don’t know how to mind their own business. Especially when you are dating the renowned “son of Gotham”.
“I just… I know I have to face him because it’s unfair on both of us to keep this going, but I feel so guilty. He’s got no idea.”
“He would had he been paying attention,” she says. You can’t help, but agree.
Much to your disappointment the lunch goes by relatively quickly and before you know it your back at your apartment, getting ready for your date with Bruce. Just as your finishing up, there’s a knock at your door.
You answer the door to Bruce, who’s holding a bouquet of red roses and that genuine smile that he has only ever given you. You honestly weren’t expecting him to show up. Instead you had been expecting him to send Alfred.
“Hey, baby,” he greets you, using his free hand to pull you close and pressing a light kiss to your lips. Doing his best not to mess up your lipstick. “You look beautiful.”
The way he’s looking at you and kissing you has your heart skipping a beat. For weeks now this is all you have wanted. Your man looking at you like he actually loves you and wants you. All of his focus on you. But a voice in the back of your head reminds you of what he’s been like for weeks now and that he’s only acting like this now so that you don’t leave him. Chances are, as soon as he’s sure you won’t leave, things will go straight back to him ignoring you again until you think of leaving and the cycle will repeat.
You can’t go through that again. You won’t go through that again.
“I need a few more minutes,” you tell him as you let him inside of your apartment.
“Of course. I’ll put these in water for you?”
“You can just leave them on the side if you want. I’ll deal with them later,” you reply.
“It’s no trouble.”
You really wish that he would just leave the damn flowers alone. After tonight you’re only going to end up throwing them out. By the time you’re finished up and leaving the bedroom, he’s put the roses into a vase of water and set it onto your coffee table.
“Ready?”
The more that you look at him, the more you can see the man that you fell in love with to begin with. The way that he looks and talks to you, touching you, making you feel like the only woman in the world. But, once again, you can’t forget the way he’s been. Going from the most attentive boyfriend ever and then completely ignoring you like you aren’t his girlfriend, just another acquaintance he has on his arm and back again. And other than your heart skipping when he kissed you earlier you’re not feeling anything else. Your heart’s not even skipping anymore.
You haven’t eaten a thing all night. You usually love Alfred’s cooking, but tonight you have absolutely no appetite. It makes you feel worse than you already do, even if Bruce has barely touched his own food. You push your plate away from you.
“Sorry, I’m just not hungry,” you say.
“Same here,” he replies, shoving his own plate away. He sighs before taking a sip of his drink.
A long awkward silence falls between the two of you. Just as you start to think about saying something, perhaps the words that you have been too chicken to finally say, he breaks the silence.
“It’s over, isn’t it?”
“I’m sorry, Bruce. I just… I don’t love you anymore.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one who’s sorry. It’s my fault. Maybe if I had been more attentive or something. I don’t know. Maybe I could have saved this.”
“I still should have said something sooner.”
“Maybe, but at least this way I got to see you one more time.” Bruce gets up from his seat. “I’ll go get the car and I’ll drive you home.”
“I really am sorry,” Bruce says. His hand is cupping your face, thumb softly stroking your cheek. You expect him to kiss you for the last time, but he doesn’t. He pulls away, letting his hand fall away and back to his side. “Maybe we could have made this work if I was a different person leading a different life or maybe we would have ended up here anyway. I don’t know, but don’t blame yourself, okay?”
You nod. “I think I’m going to miss what we could have been,” you reply.
“So will I.” He steps forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Goodbye,” he says your name softly, as if it hurts him to say it. “Good luck with the rest of your life.”
“Goodbye Bruce.”
As soon as he’s gone, and you’re back inside of your apartment, you’re pulling your phone out of your purse and dialling Selina’s number.
“I thought you were supposed to be on a date,” her voice comes over the phone, sending butterflies swirling through your stomach.
“I was. Are you home?” you ask.
“I am. Why?” You picture her smiling, like she already knows why you’re asking.
“I have something to tell you, but honestly, I need to say it in person,” you explain.
“Oh? Well I certainly won’t say no to you coming over. You know my door’s always open to you.”
“Good because I’m on my way over.”
Your heart is hammering against your chest as you stand in front of Selina’s apartment, waiting for her to answer. It feels like forever before the door finally opens, which only makes the butterflies worse. Her hair is flowing over her shoulders and the only thing she’s wearing is a short red silk robe, that’s barely containing her breasts.
“I broke up with him,” you tell her.
“Well it’s about time,” she replies. She pulls you close. Her fingertips on your skin, sending electricity jolting through you. One of her hands remains on your arm while the other comes to cup your jaw. Her green eyes flicker down to your lips before quickly returning to your eyes. Understanding her silent question, you make your move and lean in. Your heart is somehow beating even harder, feeling like it’s trying to burst from your chest while everything else seems to slow down. Seconds feel like they trickle by before her lips finally connect with yours, making everything stop.
Selina kisses you slowly and sweetly. Her lips are even softer than you imagined them being. Kissing her is even better than you imagined. Your hands find her hips and you move forward, stepping more into her space until your bodies are touching. She smiles against your lips and pulls away.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” she says. Both of her hands are cupping your face now and that look in her eyes has your stomach doing flips.
“And you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that,” you reply. That makes her laugh softly.
“Come inside?” she offers. You agree eagerly and let her pull you inside of her apartment.
The feeling of kisses being pressed to your face slowly bringing you out of your sweat dreams. You grumble as you turn over and try to bury yourself further into the covers. Laughter reaches your ears and has you feeling warm and fuzzy inside. She keeps kissing you. Pressing them to your neck and shoulder blades. You sigh as you finally lift your head and look over your shoulder at Selina.
Playfulness sparkles in her green eyes. Her hair is a mess, but you think she looks as radiant as ever. You sit up and pull her close to kiss her. She kisses you back with fervour and heat rushes through you. Before you know it, she’s straddling you and has you pinned down against the mattress. You whine when she pulls away. You do your best to chase after her lips again, but she holds you down.
“As much as I would love to keep you in bed, we’re only here for a couple more days and we still have a long list of places to check out,” she says. She gets up off of the bed and walks over to the curtains where she pulls them open, letting the daylight into the hotel room and showing the view it has of the Eiffel Tower.
You and Selina had come here to Paris after visiting and exploring London. Shortly after getting together, you and her had decided you both needed a change of scenery, far away from Gotham. Before the two of you had left she had let you know about her secret double life.
She didn’t want there to be secrets. She knew how quickly they could break down a relationship so she told you about Catwoman. Stealing from the rich and how she was the East End’s self appointed protector, keeping the women and children safe from the men that prowled the area.
You didn’t believe her to begin with. That was when she showed you her catsuit and her bullwhip. You couldn’t not believe her after that. While it had come as a shock, it didn’t change how you felt about her. You love her.
“Don’t you mean you have a long list of places to case so you can take from them?”
She turns around to face you, hands on her hips, completely unashamed of her nakedness. Not that you’re complaining as you run your eyes over her body. “They’re not all for me. Picked out a few spots that I know you’re going to love.”
As soon as you have showered and you’re dressed, you and Selina leave the hotel. You let her lead the way, like always. First she takes you to a small cafe for breakfast. The food and drink is good, though your company is certainly better. Once you were both done eating she takes you by the hand and you continue your tour of the city.
She takes you to a couple of different museums, sharing with you her favourite exhibits. And then she’s taking you to almost endless jewellery and clothing stores. Neither of you buy anything from any of the stores you visit, but you know, beyond a doubt, that she is shopping. You don’t know the ins and outs of it, it’s safer that way if the cops come knocking, but in the fifteen minutes you’re in each store, she already knows what she wants and how she’s going to get it without tripping the security systems. And she knows what you want as well, keeping an eye on whatever your eyes linger on for just a moment too long.
As evening time rolls around, you and Selina decide to end your long, yet enjoyable, day at a rooftop restaurant. The Eiffel Tower acting as the backdrop, like you’re in some ridiculous cheesy romance movie.
Though you both arrived back at the hotel to change for dinner, she leaves long before you. You know why, but if anyone was to ever ask you where she is was on any particular night, you already have an answer. “Yeah, she was with me all night.”
Selina doesn’t leave you waiting at the restaurant for long, arriving five minutes after you. She arrives breathless, but looking perfect. Ringlet curls, a smokey cat eye and purple lipstick that matches her dress. Your mouth almost drops open at the sight of her.
“I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?” she asks as she sits down.
“Of course not. You never do,” you reply.
Dinner goes by quickly which isn’t hard with how caught up you and Selina are with each other. The subtle touches sending goosebumps across your skin and how she looks at you. Only this time there’s no guilty when you think about kissing her. And you can kiss her. Nothing and no one in your way to stop you. And you do love kissing her.
“I’ve got you something,” she says. She reaches into gift bag she brought with her and presents you with a blue rectangle box, complete with a green bow. It’s light and doesn’t make much noise when you gently shake it.
You undo the bow and remove the lid. Inside of the box is the diamond bracelet that you had been eyeing up earlier. You smile at the sight. She leans over to help secure it to your wrist.
“You shouldn’t have.”
She shrugs. “It’s not like it cost much,” she laughs.
After dinner, you go for a walk together through a nearby park. You walk hand in hand, talking and laughing quietly. She suddenly stops in her tracks and before you can ask what’s wrong she kisses you. It’s not a peck either. Her full lips move against yours, tongue working your mouth open and stealing away your breath. Not that it’s hard for her to do that.
She rests her forehead and you can’t stop thinking about how happy you are. It’s strange for you to think that there had once been a moment not too long ago when you had thought you knew what happiness was. You had been wrong. Standing here with her, you know what real happiness is supposed to be.
“Let’s sit,” she says. You agree, thankful for the chance to sit, your heels are starting to hurt. She leads you toward a nearby bench where you take a seat.
With that feeling of happiness that’s flowing through you and the realisation you have come to, you decide to take a chance.
“I love you, Selina,” you tell her.
She looks a bit taken back which has you panic. Is it way too soon to say that? It only lasts a moment though as she smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkling before she’s leaning back in to kiss you again.
“I love you too,” she replies. Hearing those four words has your heart feeling like it might burst from how happy you are. You can’t hide your huge smile, nor would you want to. She then leans in close and lightly strokes your hair. “How about we go back to our hotel room and, should we make it the bed, we won’t leave it for all of tonight and tomorrow hmm?”
You agree eagerly.
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I feel that Bruce Wayne will marry a younger woman that has a normal life, i think if the writers create a character that fits just right for Bruce.
I think she will be the princess Diana of Gotham
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What You Want
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Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!villain!reader (Joker's daughter)
Summary: You are Joker's daughter, and you let him think for you. Bruce Wayne, however, sees who you really are and encourages you to be better.
Warnings: mentions/brief depiction of child abuse, threats, angst, fluff and comfort, Bruce sees the real you
Word Count: 2.9k+ words
A/N: I didn't envision a certain characterization, so feel free to pick your favorite Bruce Wayne! I did listen to Superman/Batman: Apocalypse while writing so it may embody Kevin Conroy's DCAU Bruce at times. The Batman had a pretty good Bruce-Joker relationship too, so I chose this gif.
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“They’ll never accept you,” your dad said. “Those people are the crazy ones, and they hate us for being sane.”
“Why are they so different?” you had asked as a kid.
He raised his hand, and you turned your face to prepare for the impact. “Maybe we’re the different ones. Perfection is rare, yet here we are.”
You opened your eyes as he knelt before you. He smiled widely and pulled the corners of your lips into an uncomfortable smile.
“Do it all with a smile, and one day, they will bow before us. People are bad, but revenge makes a change.”
Years of hearing your father’s philosophy and view of life changed you. Since you were a child, you’ve been fighting his battles, forced to become a soldier with a twisted morality and a perverse sense of justice. Becoming a villain was the only choice, yet you continue to believe his lies that you are the good in the world. A light in a dark city, though your hands are covered in the same blood that blocks the light.
“What are you waiting for?” a deep voice asks behind you.
You turn quickly, unsurprised to see Batman lurking above your city. “A decent opponent. Tell me, are you still working with the police?”
“Whatever conspiracy theory you’re carrying today,” he begins, “you should know it is no match for true justice.”
“True justice,” you scoff. “Humanity is defective. You are the perfect example of how crazy the world has become. Justice won’t fix us.”
“And genocide will? Abuse? Manipulation?”
You watch Batman’s lips move as he talks. He’s supposed to be a symbol, the single image your father uses to demonstrate how far humanity has strayed from righteousness. Yet, you pine after him each time you meet. He invades your thoughts and distracts you from your father’s lessons.
An alarm blares in the distance before you can begin to fight Batman. The lights atop Arkham Asylum diffuse through the fog over Gotham.
“Guess that’s your cue to run from a fight,” you murmur.
“What happened to you?” Batman asks, as gruff and direct as ever.
“A miracle,” you answer with a smile.
Batman’s jaw tightens at your answer, your father’s answer, and you’re tempted to ask why. Your dad told you that you and he were from a miraculous line, and you would be the ones to redeem Gotham, then the world. If Batman doesn’t believe that… is there a chance it can’t be true?
He disappears over the edge of the roof, and you stare toward Arkham as the Bat flies through the sky. Your father is likely on his way to see you if the alarm means anything, so you must prepare to answer for your mistakes.
“That was… pathetic,” your father says as he grabs your shoulder. “My weekly great escape, wasted, for a conversation. Perhaps I haven’t made it clear.” He circles you to pull your mask away from your face. His hands grip your jaw closed as he smiles and bends to look into your eyes. “Batman is the enemy. He is the threat to the perfection we crave. Does this mean nothing to you?”
You shake your head quickly. It means something; you’re just not sure if it means what he says it does.
“It does? Well, then, perhaps we should do something to help you remember.”
The hands holding your mouth closed drop away, and before you can apologize, you drop to your knees before everything goes dark.
“Ma’am? Are you okay, miss?” someone asks kindly. “Perhaps we should call an ambulance, Master Bruce.”
“No ambulance,” you mumble. You force your eyes open and see two men standing above you.
“Would you look to come in and have some water?” the older man offers.
“I-“
“We insist,” the other adds.
“Aren’t you Bruce Wayne?” you ask as you push up onto your elbows.
“Most of the time,” he answers.
He reaches down and helps you stand. His arm wraps around your shoulders as he leads you inside.
Wayne Manor is huge; it is bigger than the picture your father showed you made it seem. He explained that Bruce Wayne, his money, and his home were defective and evidence of evil. That wasn’t anything compared to Batman in his lessons, however.
Bruce tells you to sit on a plush chair beside an oversized fireplace. He and what you assume is his butler or employee walk through the room and into another. Left alone, you try to remember what happened after your father approached you on the roof.
“Are you sure about this, Master Bruce?” Alfred asks. “She is a villain, as I’m sure you remember.”
“She’s not,” Bruce declares. “Something isn’t right. When she speaks… it never seems like her.”
“There is no way you can be so sure of what the woman does or does not sound like. Perhaps she truly is as lost as she seems.”
“But if there’s a chance she isn’t, we have to take it. You did the same for me when I started thinking like Ra’s.”
“Must you always bring up my good deeds to excuse your own choices?”
Bruce shrugs and replies, “Stop doing so much good and I won’t be able to.”
“Just… be careful, Master Bruce.”
Bruce returns, and you flinch away from his outstretched hand. When you see he is offering a glass of water, you apologize before you thank him.
“How did you get here?” Bruce asks as he sits across from you.
“I… don’t remember,” you admit quietly.
Bruce nods as you sip your water. Something about where you are, what happened, or this house affects your mind. Your thoughts seem clearer, and you want to ask Bruce questions about his family, their philanthropic beliefs, and why anyone would consider him to be in the wrong.
“I can help,” Bruce says.
“Help? Help me?” you repeat incredulously. “How exactly do you plan to do that? Throw some money at me and hope that I use it for good?”
“Who am I talking to?” he asks, leaning toward you.
“I told you my name when I came in,” you remind him.
“I’m asking who thinks that the people of Gotham are so terrible that they can’t be saved. Execution over salvation is never an answer, and it takes a twisted mind to think it is.”
You set your water on the table and stand as you argue, “Then maybe I’m just twisted.”
“I don’t think you are. You don’t have to stay, of course, but I think talking could benefit you.”
“You want me to talk?” you ask with a humourless laugh. “Sure, because that will change so much!”
“Someone has talked to you a lot. Beliefs like that aren’t made, they’re shared.”
You breathe out quickly, hating that he’s right. “I’m supposed to be the one to help. But… sometimes I question if there’s a wrong way to do that.”
Bruce nods as you sit back down but doesn’t speak again.
“My dad said that people need to be redeemed, that we’re the line that is supposed to do that. But…” you trail off and shrug.
“What do you think?”
“We-“
“No,” Bruce interrupts. “Just you. What do you think about what you’re doing?”
“I- I’ve never really thought about it. It seems wrong to fight against someone like Batman, someone changing this town. Then again, I’m fighting to change this town, but I have no idea where those lines are. Where what he does and what I do start being so different, I mean.”
“Start looking,” Bruce suggests. “The moment you start thinking for yourself, all of those burdens you’re carrying around fall off.”
“I wish it was that easy,” you whisper.
“It can be.”
“Not for me. I need to go. Thanks for the hospitality, Mr. Wayne.”
Bruce stands with you and says, “Come back anytime.”
You don’t expect that to happen, but you agree regardless.
Two weeks later, you find yourself knocking on Bruce Wayne’s door. Again. He has helped you more than you thought possible. Thinking for yourself is hard some days, but you can now see Gotham in a new light. You’ve seen Batman a few times, and your heart and mind tug between him and Bruce. They’re similar yet so different, and each time one of them says something to help you or encourage you to be better, to find and be yourself, you find yourself pining for them hours after you leave their presence.
“Good,” Bruce says as he opens the door.
“That’s a weird way to greet someone,” you mumble.
“No, I was hoping to see you. I have a question to ask.”
“Shoot.”
Bruce smirks, though you don’t know why.
“Would you like to go out with me? There’s a diner on the outskirts of town where we can be alone, be us,” he asks.
“Are you kidding?” you reply.
“No. You – the real you – are someone that I would like to know better. You’re different than I expected.”
“You are too. I’d like that.”
After your time with Bruce, he walks you to the door. When he turns back inside, Alfred awaits him.
“Master Bruce, you know that I enjoy seeing you happy, but I urge you to remember who she is,” Alfred says.
“That’s not who she is. The masked figure that fights Batman is not the woman who was just here,” Bruce argues.
“But she once was. Just remember that Bruce, please.”
Bruce nods once. He wants to look at the present and ignore the past but forgetting means letting his guard down. You’ll have to prove to everyone that what Bruce sees is real.
“Wake up!” someone yells.
You awake just before you hit the floor as someone pulls you.
“Is this supposed to be funny?” your father snarls. “Because I don’t see a smile or hear any laughs!”
“Listen,” you begin quickly.
“No! You listen! After everything I have done for you, you forget about the Bat? Ignore his nightly crusades, leave him to destroy the rest of your home? It seems I was wrong all along; you are one of them too.”
“One of who?”
“A failure! You’re not one of the redeemers, you’re a mistake,” he growls. “And trusting you was a mistake. I should have eliminated you with the rest of your people!”
“No, no, no,” you argue quickly, attempting to cover your ears.
He rips your hands away from your head and smiles at the tears in your eyes.
“It’s not true, I’m better now,” you whisper.
“You. Are. Broken. And no one can save you now. Not unless you save yourself,” your father says. “They’ll never accept you because people are bad, but revenge makes a change.”
Your father trained you well as a child, and as you try to fight to keep his thoughts out of your mind, you remember what it was like to be raised by him.
“You’re wrong,” you argue.
He wipes your tears, wetting his fingers before he stretches your lips in a sad attempt to match his smile.
“Perfection is rare,” he reminds you. “And you’ve strayed so far.”
“What do you want?” you ask.
“Kill the Bat. Prove yourself to me, or I will…” He runs his jagged thumbnail from your left cheek, over your lips, and to your right cheek. “Or I will turn you into a better daughter and prove to you that we are the chosen.”
You nod, accepting your assignment. Deep down, you know it’s wrong, but a chance at perfection and safety from your father will always be the better choice. Killing Batman, it is.
“Bats!” you yell across the rooftop. “About time you showed up!”
“I thought you left with the last word,” he calls. “What are you doing here?”
“We started a fight. Let’s end it.”
He shakes his head as he raises his hands toward you. “What happened?”
“I remembered what you are. And who I am.”
“No, you didn’t. You remembered how things used to be.” He drops his voice to repeat, “What happened?”
“I got a step closer to perfection.”
You run toward Batman and lunge toward his torso. Your arms wrap around him, but he hinges forward to toss you over his shoulder. Before you hit the roof, you catch yourself and flip to punch Batman under the jaw. He staggers and releases his grip on you but doesn’t fall.
“You think you’re so perfect,” you say through heavy breaths. “Does beating up bad guys and throwing them in a dilapidated jail cell make you feel good?”
“That’s not what you think,” he answers.
Shaking your head quickly, you force yourself not to think. If you remember how you feel about Batman, everything that Bruce helped you discover about yourself, you will fail your mission and your father. You’re hurt, angry, and confused, and you need to end this fight before it worsens.
“You have no idea what I think.”
You jump toward him, aiming your hands toward his throat. It won’t be an easy end, but you can do this, you tell yourself. No, you can’t, another voice says in your mind. It will kill you, too.
“Shut up!” you cry aloud.
Your hands hit Batman’s shoulders as your weight knocks him off balance. He grips your waist tightly, and you freeze against his chest.
“Think about you,” he whispers. “What do you want to do here tonight?”
“I want- I want- I don’t know,” you stammer. “He told me to-“
“Don’t listen to him,” Batman growls. “You are not him.”
You move your hands toward his windpipe, then stop. Your hands trail down to rest against his chest instead. As your mind races, everything blurs together.
“Make it stop,” you beg.
Batman lowers you to the roof and releases his grip on you. When his hands fall away from your sides, he steps back. Your arms drop from his chest as you think.
“I want to finish this,” you decide. “Tonight.”
Batman tilts his head to the side quickly. “Then let’s do this.”
You run toward Batman, and he lunges forward at the same time. When you meet in the middle, you push off your foot and jump into his arms. Batman catches you and pulls you closer than he had before. You hold the sides of his cowl as his arms wrap around your waist, and you kiss him. It’s your choice, what you want to do, and it’s perfect.
Batman tightens his grip on you as you move against him. The kiss is passionate and drowns out every thought that isn’t yours. You pull back when you can't breathe and drop your forehead against Batman’s cowl. He sets you down, but you stay close to him as you breathe.
“Keep fighting!” your father yells as the alarm at Arkham activates.
You turn quickly, shocked to see him. He can’t force you to do anything now that your mind is yours again. Your father circles you, menacing in how he moves and worse in how he thinks. Batman pushes you behind him as he turns to face him.
“Joker,” he calls. “You can’t control her anymore.”
Your dad laughs before he says, “I never controlled her. I just told her the truth, though you probably don’t know what that is, do you, Batsy?”
“Get him back to Arkham,” you whisper behind Batman. “Or kill him, but don’t let him walk away.”
“Oh, so you’re conspiring with him now,” your father muses. “It’s a shame I’ll have to teach you that lesson we discussed earlier. Though I think everyone could look better with a smile.”
“Joker! This is the GCPD!” an officer announces through a speaker on a police helicopter. “Put your hands where I can see them.”
“I have to go,” you tell Batman. “See you around, Bruce.”
You leave his side and run away from the center of attention. Your track record with the GCPD isn’t great but it will be better from now on. If Bruce was surprised by your use of his name, he didn’t show it. A kiss like that can’t be confused with any other, and your pining for Batman while dating Bruce Wayne now has a much better explanation than simple attraction.
“Have you seen him recently?” Bruce asks as you sit across the table from him in Wayne Manor.
“Not since that night. I don’t ever want to see him again,” you explain. “But…”
“Yes?”
“Will you keep helping me? I want to find my own reason to fight, do it for a purpose that feels right to me.”
“Of course I will. Do you have anything in mind?”
You shrug and glance down to say, “Maybe something with the kids around here. There’s a lot that we don’t see as adults. Gotham doesn’t need more villains, and there’s enough child abuse and neglect to justify a hero of its own.”
“A hero?” Bruce repeats. He smiles as you nod.
Everything that your father did to you and planted in your mind is history, but you will do everything you can to save other kids from experiencing similar situations. With Bruce by your side through the day and Batman at night (and your father in an “unescapable maximum-security cell” at Arkham), you know you can be good. It’ll just take a little time and a lot of reflection… maybe some kisses from Bruce wouldn’t hurt either, you think.
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HI GUYS! i finally turned on anonymous requests bc i forgot to turn it on before, so if anyone wants to request anything, i’m happy to write it!!
#batfam#batfamily#bruce wayne#dc batman#dick grayson#jason todd#jason todd x reader#batman#bruce wayne x reader#damian wayne#tim drake x reader#damian wayne x reader
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Home Again
Bruce Wayne X Kent! Kryptonian! Reader
Warnings: character injury, angst, explicit language and injury.
Words: 1234
Requested taglist@too-strong-to-lose @asrainterstellar
Arthur's notes! Batmom is Clark's sister. Kon is the second clone of Bruce and Y/N. He is found when Tim is Robin and is 9 years old. Unlike his brother Conner(who is 19), he does continue aging physically.
With Bruce's back broken by Bane. Conner takes his, place as Batman temporarily. Little Kon runs off feeling afraid as he's completely out of control. Jason is naturally surprised when he shows up at his place.
Kon gazed intently with much dismay to his Dad as he laid in the bed. He was wearing a back brace from Bane bending his spine, breaking his back. He had a IV giving him antibiotics. He hears his Dad's heartbeat that was weak. The heart monitor was like a, loud speaker against his little ears.
He swallows hardly hearing Bruce's soft winces in pain. Kon couldn't stand it. Before his mother could look to his distraught face.. He speeded to his room.
Noticing their little brother was absent. Cass and Tim tried to comfort him. Once he wouldn't answer their pleas. They applied pressure to Kon's bedroom door but found that it was to no avail.
Kon had heard their footsteps and sat in front of his door so they wouldn't see, him quite this upset.
"Kon listen to me buddy. Bruce is gonna be OK" Tim promised him
Tim pushed at the door again and this time it opened however revealed Kon.. Was gone.
"shit" Tim cursed..
Kon could be anywhere. The whole family excluding their mom was notified, as they thought she was already worried enough. No one knew where he was. Conner unfortunately was a bit busy at the moment taking Batman's place.
Jason puts on his jacket and curses every word he knew. He opens the door abruptly and felt as if he was hit by a train. He takes a deep breath. There in front of his door Kon-El Wayne, nearly soaking wet from the rain pouring down...
"dammit kid are you trying to catch a cold!" Jason scolds with a deep worry in his voice he tried to conceal.
Jason let's Kon in and let's everyone know Kon's safe.....
Jason walks to his room grabbing a t-shirt and one of his black motorcycle jackets in his closet. He comes back to Kon who was strangely silent and very still...
"here put these on" Jason ordered tossing the clothes to his little brother.
Kon took off his wet shirt and put on Jason's shirt with his jacket. Both items of clothing nearly engulf him.
Jason opens his fridge. What would he like? Bread?.. Guess he's stuck cooking. Jason preheated the oven and gathered ingredients for cookies..
"you know how to bake?" Kon asked giggling
Jason quirked his eyebrow "do you want the food or not brat?"
"just kidding" he laughed "want some help?" he offered
"sure" Jason accepted
The two brother's made cookies together and once they were done. They enjoyed them, while sitting on the couch. Kon sighed softly to himself waiting for Jason to something.. Anything... But he said nothing.
"are you not going to ask me why I'm here?"
"no heard about Bruce figured you needed to take breather. As to why you chose my place of all wonderful places in Gotham.. I'm curious, otherwise you don't have to tell me anything"
Kon shrugged.. "I guess cause you're fun"
"you guess?" Jason laughs "damn am I that terrible?"
"no" Kon laughs "I've been here for a few hours.. I probably need to get back home"
Jason grabs his keys to his impala "it's still pouring down rain. I'll give you a ride home"
Kon couldn't deny that it was certainly not like Jason to go to the Manor without a real emergency. He certainly wasn't going to tell him no..
As they arrive at the Manor. Kon reaches for the handle to open the car door, but hesitated. He looks to his older brother with pleading eyes, begging him to come. Jason's expression remained blank.
"you're not coming inside. Are you?"
"nope. Tell.. Tell everyone I said hi" Jason told his little brother
Kon reaches up hugging Jason's neck. He was naturally surprised as Kon NEVER hugged him, at least certainly not moments like this. As he let's go he super-speeded inside the Manor. Jason smiled softly and reaches to turn the key, but felt nothing.
He scoffed with a wry smile "that little thieving brat"
Jason opens his car door intending to go inside, get his keys and get out in one swift motion. Hopefully undetected by his family of super-hearers and detectives.
Y/N lovingly touched Bruce's forehead rubbing it gently with her thumb. He tilts his head gently kissing the palm of her hand.
"Jason's home. He's OK" she softly said
Bruce only smiled softly. He could feel the bit of worry in her touch against his cheek. He wished speaking wasn't so painful. He wished he could hold her and promise her that he's OK.
Jason tried to walk slower past the recovery room of the Manor. He thinks he's made it as he made it past the door.
"Jason" she said
Jason sighed heavily turning around to look to his, mom "look Kon just showed up so I came to drop him off and the little brat stole my keys. So I'm just getting the back" he defends
"I see.. How are you doing?" she asked
Jason sighed "... I'm okay. How's B?"
"he's in a lot of pain but he'll be OK. Have you been sleeping any better?" she softly questioned
".. I have my nights.." he shrugged "I'm sorry Ma but I gotta go I'll try to be by tomorrow.. Maybe"
Before he took another step his mother embraced him. She feels his hesitant arms wrap around her. Y/N hears his heartbeat slowly calm down to a softer beat.
"I love you son" she smiled kissing his head
Jason let's go of her before he truly becomes emotional...
".. love you too Ma" he gently said
Jason went to the family room seeing Tim, Cass and Kon. All three were watching a movie together. Cass paused the movie smiling to her brother.
"hey Jay! Didn't expect you to hang around. Want to watch the movie with us?" Tim offered in a inviting tone
"nah I came to collect something of MINE" Jason said looking at his little brother
"I don't know anything about it!" Kon playfully defends folding his little arms and looking away
"keys twerp!" Jason said with a open hand.
"here" Kon scoffed tossing Jason his keys that he easily caught "oh your jacket!" Kon motions to take the clothing off. "and your shirt" he then chuckled.
"keep 'em. It'll make up for me missing your birthday last month" Jason smiled to him ruffling his hair
"thanks Jason" Kon grinned giving him a genuine hug.
"don't mention it bud" Jason smiled "well I guess I better get going"
"noooo!!" Kon whined holding his brother tightly so he couldn't move.
"c'mon don't disappoint the little munchkin" Tim pleads
Cass put her hands together in a pleading manner. Jason sighed with a small smile shaking his head no
"Jason? I didn't know you were home" Dick smiled
"hey Jay! Glad to see you're still alive and well" Duke joked
"just dropping by" Jay scoffed
"you sure? It's been a while since you've stayed" Conner pleads stepping into the room
Alfred stepped in with a cart of assorted snacks and desserts. Everyone looked to Jason hoping they'd change his mind.
"Master Jason. Would you care for a bite?" Alfred kindly offers
"thanks Alfred but--humph" he grumbled unable to get Kon off of him. He was a little overwhelmed by the affection by well.. Everyone "unfortunately I don't have time for snacks"
"please" Kon begged
"alright fine! But only for a hour!" Jason scowled defeated but deep down.. He missed home.
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Hello, I know this will seem strange but it just won't leave my mind. Imagine a scenario where Y/N is a Kardashian and she somehow ends up in Gotham and it starts to appear in all the newspapers(magazines) and somehow this makes Bruce a little jealous because there is someone stealing all the attention in Gotham and the boys(batboys) think she more than qualified to be with Bruce and somehow they start a relationship.
Kisses♡ (I imagined this in Ben Affleck's Batman but if you prefer Bale's that's fine)
A Fairytale come true
As Bruce Wayne stepped out of the car, immediately flashing lights of the paparazzi cameras went off. But Bruce was used to it simply he smiled and waved, ignoring the questions from the people. Stepping inside the gala for some charity obviously, people knew Bruce he was always the highest bitter on the table. Yet their eyes weren't on him but a beautiful girl.
She was wearing a nice red cocktail dress hugging her body beautifully showing off all the right curves. Bruce observes her wondering who is she? and why is everyone looking at her?
It was time for the bitting the next auction was a one and a kind of painting. Many people started biting but Bruce ended up biting a million dollars to his surprise someone went higher.
"2 million dollars", the mystery woman said but Bruce was so shocked they had already sold the girl the painting before he could reply. This girl intrigued him.
Time skip
"Alfred can you believe this", Bruce said pointing at the TV and watching the news carry out about the mystery girl. Bruce had figured out the Mystery girl was one of those infamous Kardashians. Bruce looks over at Alfred only to see him simply ignoring him and continuing to read his newspaper. Upon looking more closely at the paper he saw not his face on the front of the newspaper but Y/n Kardashian.
"Why does dad look like a man baby", Jason laughed walking into the living room, and saw his father pouting on the couch.
"Doesn't he always", Tim said pouring himself some coffee again.
"Wait guys, I think I know why Bruce is acting like this, because he's jealous of Y/n Kardashian and how popular she has become", Dick said on the couch watching Y/n Kardashian answering the paparazzi questions.
Damian said something that no one expected "They would look good together", Bruce looked astonished at his son looking back at the TV where you were shown waving at the Gotham people. You were beautiful, yes he had to agree.
"Master Bruce, we are still going to hold the gala tonight", Bruce was interrupted from his thoughts, "Yes, and make sure Y/N Kardashian is invited".
It was already evening the gala decorations were set up, and looking in awe. Many people were already there wanting to discuss further business with one of the wealthiest businessmen in the world, Bruce Wayne.
Many wanted to talk to him but he couldn't keep his eyes off of Y/n, she was in a champagne color dress outshining the rest of the Gotham elite.
Bruce walked up to Ms Y/n holding out his hand in front of her, "May I have this dance". "You may Mr. Wayne", she responded gracefully taking his hand and heading towards the center of the ball room.
"what brings you to Gotham, Ms.Y/n", Bruce asked putting his hands on her waist as she slid her hands around Bruce's neck. "the usual, business", she replied leaning in closer to Bruce.
Anyone could feel the sexual tension of Y/n and Bruce Wayne. As the song came to an end Bruce put his hand on Y/n's back guiding her towards the garden for some privacy.
As the pair walked together it felt like a fairytale, they laughed talking about everything and anything. To Bruce this was the first time he could be himself he didn't have to try and impress her or play a fake facade it all felt natural. To Y/N it felt like a dream that at any moment she could wake up being brought back to reality. He saw Y/N as Y/N, not some rich Kardashian woman.
They stopped at a swing in the middle of the garden surrounded by flowers and a little fountain on the right it was beautiful. Bruce led Y/N to the swings, having her sit as he pushed her carefully making sure the swings lightly swayed. At that moment Y/N felt like Cinderella with Bruce being her prince charming.
Neither one of them had noticed the time, only when Bruce briefly glanced at his watch. "I had a wonderful time Ms. Y/N", Bruce joined Y/N out from the swings and caressed her hand gently wishing for this night to be forever. "I had a lovely time", Y/N smiled, holding Bruce's other hand and having him face her as she looked up at him. She stood on her tiptoes to reach his cheek, she lightly grazed it with her lips.
"Ms. Y/N would you like to have dinner with me".
" Yes, Bruce I would love to", Bruce took hold of Y/N's hand lightly kissing it with affection, before staring deeply into her eyes.
Time skip
It was morning in the Wayne manor, the boys were doing their own things, Alfred was cleaning, and Bruce was doing some work. Bruce took the remote from the small table beside him, listening to the news reporters. Something particularly caught his attention, someone had taken pictures of Bruce and Y/N in the garden laughing and smiling at each other.
"wow, Bruce I didn't think you would actually listen to Damian and get with Y/N Kardashian", Dick smiled walking towards Bruce.
Ding dong
"Who's at the door"? Damian said walking down the stairs case but was interrupted by Jason running towards the door trying to see who it was.
"Jason, if you're so curious why don't you open the door", Tim said holding a cup of coffee in his hand looking visibly annoyed at Jason.
Bruce cleared his throat gaining the attention of his kids, Bruce swiftly opened the door revealing the one and only Y/N Kardashian.
Immediately the boys all started talking at once trying to understand this situation. Bruce led his kids towards the living room trying to get them to calm down.
Y/N looked at Bruce seeing him be a father to his kids. He was wonderful, she thought originally he was a snobby rich boy like the L.A. people but he was sweet and treated her like a princess.
As she turned away she met face to face with Alfred Bruce's closest friend. "Ms. Y/n, I am so glad you came into Bruce's life, you have made him so happy", Alfred smiled looking at Bruce and Y/N.
Bruce finally finished explaining to his boys and came towards Y/N twirling her around before resting his hands on her waist and she slid her arms around his neck just like the dance they shared before at the gala. It was like a fairytale come true.
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Something New, Something Good
Requested by Anonymous
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader
Genre: Fluff
Characters: Bruce, Y/N
Description: Bruce has never met anyone like Y/N before. Falling in love is new to him, and he wants to ensure that Y/N knows precisely how he feels.
You were the best thing that had ever happened to Bruce. The day he first saw you, he knew you were the one. He never expected to fall in love with you so quickly, and it was so new to him that he never wanted to let you go. However, with the double life that he led, he didn't want to get too close to you for fear of you being taken or hurt. You were adamant that nothing would ever come between the two of you, not Batman and definitely not his enemies. You stood by his side through the highs and lows of his life, and Bruce was thankful for it. He had never met anyone who could have stuck by him through everything he had done, and he wanted to let you know exactly how much you mean to him.
It was pouring down with rain when you eventually finished work. Taking a deep breath to prepare for the pounding rain, you stepped outside, only to be met with nothing hitting you. Confused, you looked around until you saw Bruce at your side, holding an umbrella above your head. "My hero." You smiled up at him and took his outstretched hand before he led you to the waiting car in front of you. He opened the door for you to slide in before getting in and retaking your hand. "How was your day, sweetheart?" Bruce lifted your hand to his lips and kissed gently. "You know, same old, same old." You leaned your head on his shoulder and let out a deep sigh. Your eyes fluttered closed as the car's movement lulled you to sleep.
A slight shaking woke you as you arrived back home at Wayne Manor. "Hey, sleepyhead, we're home." You took Bruce's outstretched hand and headed inside. Shaking off your coat and hanging it on a hook, you went upstairs to change into something comfier and relax after a hard day with Bruce following behind. You softly gasped as rose petals and candles illuminated the hallway heading to your room. Bruce wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing your head and leading you into your room towards the bathroom. A steaming bubble bath was ready and waiting for you, and you were buzzing with happiness. "What have I done to deserve this? This is so lovely, Bruce."
He twirled you around in his arms to face him, lacing your fingers together. "You have done everything for me. You've stayed by my side through everything and experienced things nobody should ever have to, and that's because of me. I wanted to do something for you for a change and show you exactly how much you mean to me. I wouldn't be here without you, and I am so thankful that I bumped into you that day. I wanted to show you that you've changed my life for the better. You have always been so constant and are the one good thing I live and fight for every day."
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, pouring all your love and passion into it. "You never have to do anything, Bruce. I know that you love me. You fight for me every time you put on that mask, and I couldn't ask for anything else. I will always be right here by your side, and nothing will ever change that."
You rested your forehead on his and sighed happily. "I love you, Y/N, and I always will."
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OK BUT BAE CHEATING ON HER BOYFRIEND WITH BATMAN! I JUST LOVE THIS IDEA OF HIM BEING HER GUILTY PLEASURE!
Like, her boyfriend is another hero on the Justice League team and he is completely ignorant of the fact that the Dark Knight ™️ is knocking his wife's ankles loose when he's not home.
NAH, BRO -- what if he got her pregnant?!
@prettyvintageafternoon
Menace Bruce is lowkey my favorite Bruce.
Okay so it would have to be the someone who he knows wouldn't be good in a relationship. So the automatic target is Hal Jordan. I mean don't get me wrong I love Hal but he's gone all of the time between the League and the Lanterns, he's a busy man. He asked his good friend Bruce just to check in on his gf. Bruce saw this as an opportunity. Flash Forward like six months, she's preggo and Bruce is accepting full responsibility. Hell, even gives her the full press run of being his girlfriend. Bruce Wayne is nothing, if not petty.
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me when the READER in the X READER has a name:
like babe the fic ate but i do NOT look like an Aurora🙁
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me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines
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We need mean!reader, angry!reader, misunderstood!reader, creepy!reader, gross!reader, toxic!reader, nonforgiving!reader, selfish!reader, narcissistic!reader, dark!reader, FEDUP!reader. That bitch is way too nice, passive, and sensible. ✋🏾😂
#where my crazy writers at!!!!#please I need a break from a nice reader w the perfect relationship. I’m tired on pretending I’m not crazy#cillian murphy x reader#eddie munson x reader#mike schmidt x reader#bruce wayne x reader#stu macher x reader#top gun imagine#tommy shelby x reader#tlou imagine#imagine#Peter Parker x reader#rafe cameron x reader#john b x reader#aaron taylor johnson x reader#simon riley x reader#edward nashton x reader#bradley bradsaw x reader#rhett abbott x reader
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